inside a slump house starving to death Serving these nigga flippers, quarter-ounces and zippers Agents snapping your picture neighbors plotting to get ya Situations is critic I was out here to get
engine, corners spinnin' Twinkies shinin', pinky ring Armadale, nigga stinky stink Top, down, my cash is up Gold chain, I don't give a fuck Gold brain'll get
Rock star lifestyle might not make it, President got em' in the White House naked, Looked at the clock and it say right now, Get a pound break it down
flip I'm quittin' the trap cold turkey, sike The pack in and I'm workin' Drought season in, charged ya ass a whole thirty But right now you can get
I be Got critics giving up the recognition I de-serve Never bring yo' misses By me Ii??m it Ii??m it call me Mr. I.T. If I get one wish I'ma wish to die
thought's an idea a sound is an ear and gods with none believing being chased by the lamb a knife in its hand looked down from that mountain saw the moon get
t send me down the hole Don?t send me down the hole Don?t send me down the hole Which way will it go go?
get enough And every time I step up in the building Everybody hands go up And they stay there, and they say "yeah," and they stay there Up, down, up, down, up, down
' And I'm back to doing big things A sucka lookin' for me, starred in yo bitch's dreams That's why I'm 20 feet tall standing on the big screen Get dough, get
my, I'll be home tonight, I'll be by his side Listen uh, when I get home, unplug the phone Turn out the lights, I serve this song He said when you get
we shall meet again If your memory serves you well This wheel's on fire Rolling down the road Just notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode If your memory serves
make me understand What it means to be in L O V E once again Why must we fly so low? Are we 'fraid of heights, do kites get lost in the tow? Stank love
you pass by find yo fine ass on the floor girl This yo fuckin song Do yo thang dont be scured, cause you gon get served Get mine and you gon get yours
I'm gonna get caught Catch me if you can Maybe you should file a restraining order Baby put the handcuffs on me Take me down or take me now Lock me up or lock me down
it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad? Get down and real low down You listen to Coltrane, derail
word it I've seen the biggest niggas on the block get murdered And they deserved it or so the beast said when they served it That shit is nervous so
And when I lower it down, I let you fade away I hope that you would do this for me (I hope that you would do this for me) Well, I'd serve you drugs
anyhow {Wilma, I'm home! Start serving dinner And don't spare the [Incomprehensible] Oh, no no no! Don't Dino, don't! Now take it easy, boy!} Lucky me, workin' down