Run for the cue Lisa Lipps Was a Rolling Stone, huh Yeah, wherever she slap slob wasn't home And now she's gone, ain't no sun Shine meaning she's gone
On the firing line lock, one round load Ready on the right? Ready on the left? Ready on the firing line? Watch for your targets Yeah, yeah, pay attention
drop the top on the 'Lac Screw put the tap on the wet Fatback Got the black gat, can't come wack 'Member when clubs wouldn't let me rap Now they call
think the devil trying to get me to sell my soul He keep on walking with me, he keep on talking with me I think the devil's trying to get me to sell
opening ya door When I ain't have a place to stay, I crashed on your floor Taught me the basic survival tools Auntie Cathy, every summer kept me in vacation
team must fiend The ghetto dream, Fox Boog, jigged up Stay in the cut like WHAT, layin in the Bentleys stoned, flossed on, me and Capone Picasso, Mardi
, left her face bruised and we called it making love Day three, her blood played with me Dirty talk caught me off guard Had the nerve to ask me if
Come on Wait a second, draw back ban, there I come Stick this business, stock me up, they took me coat with a stun Gun on a Sunday, a bloody Sunday,
me know Cops who coops from the locks, stoke eyed and dropped the top For the flip-flop pain on my we both roll this breeze through the block Don't let me
back on Who I'm gone to take home Ya might get jumped Grab a cell call me tall Need some Air Max 'cause dem boys Bobbin' like stone, and a... Repeat
Whaa) Check me out (Come on) Cash Money Millionaires Check me out [Lil Wayne] Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change You can catch me in an aqua
to me? Picture me working McDonald's I'd rather pull a mac on you Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packin [Kanye West] It's on I'm packin weight like nina simone
me Dime divas give it to me (Aaahhh) You ever try to get that close to me You better come correct how you 'proachin me Dime divas give it to me [Verse
we erupt on playa hation Anybody hatin'? Erase 'em And biters, everytime I see you on T.V. it makes me feel good 'Cause I know when we run up on you
on attack On top With a curled lip The world matches our bedsheet We shared geography now I explore virgin territory Squeeky seats acting as a mating call Nothing on me