on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city
gotta 'cuz she says a lotta ladies can't She says she gotta 'cuz she knows a lotta ladies Romance the thoughts of giving men their own medicine Electrocute 'em, light 'em up
a pound You ain't invited means you simply ain't down [ ROUND 2: Shaquel Shabazz ] Wake up it's time to be noticed I'ma do this, I'm gonna show this
ya Got up in the club Posted in the back Feeling so good Looking so bad Rocking this skirt Rocking this club Got my middle finger up I don't really give a f*** Rocking these diamonds I'm rocking this
s celebrate with a toast and get lost in tonight And make it all light up Wait until the sun goes down We gon' make this bitch light up Even when the
for the world's games, this is my Olympics We make 'em say "oh" 'cause the world so pimpish Choke a "South Park" writer with a fish dick I insisted they get up off of this
after he moved bitches Drake's up next, see what he do with it Rule had a run, couple movie parts T.I literally wanted to shoot up the charts What up
This fame in this game have to change who you are Could I be the same one who came from a far away life? Just to make it in this Broadway lights Now
up, don't you ever grow up Just stay this little Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up It could stay this simple I won't let nobody
more Hit it up, get it up, won't let you rest Hit it up, get it up, this is not a test Hit it up, get it up, gotta give me your best So get your ass
way To pick up the pieces It's the only way I see myself Gettin' to the other side That's why, I've got a criminal mind City lights, diamond sky What
road, bound to the load I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up The highway, the moon, the
and the Lunatics off to drink Lookin' for the chicks in hot pink I'm so throwed I need a shrink I'm so throw, throwin' up in the sink Right back up with
money be da root. Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?" Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go on roof, Even once had a job pourin tar up
want this shit forever, mayne Okay, hello, it's da Martian, space jam Jordan's I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest, step up
me turn up to North And if dem turn up North ? hurt no tell de boss And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts And if dem gal are up, well den
rhyme this way now everybody run and flip they style today yup it's kinda strange but a nigga got to give it up to the Midwest who made 'em pick up the