And I'm talkin' to my baby mama, tellin' her my secrets Told her I'ma smoke her stupid ass if she don't keep it Put this 40 to her head, she talkin' to the Reaper If I ain't tryn' get real messy, then I'll put her in a sleeper Shoot that nigga in the head Now his hairline is recedin' And they gave him CPR 'Cause the pussy wasn't breathin' I wore these jeans for 60 days, but I'm still flyer than a eagle I'm movin' drugs along the freeway, while I'm blastin' Beanie Sigel They tryn' compare me to these rappers, but these niggas ain't my equal And they keep talkin' bout my 'Sonny' tape, I'm workin' on a sequel I'm lookin' at my daughter, wonderin' how she come from somethin' evil And I'm still in the gutter, 'cause a nigga do it for my people I'm always in my donk, like that shit a muthafuckin' Beetle And niggas don't wann' bump wit' me, they better off catchin' the measles Before you talk to me, you better talkin' to my Desert Eagle And you can say Big Flock a pussy, but I know they won't believe you Nigga!
[Big Flock & Rico Nasty] And you can say Big Flock a pussy, but I know they won't believe you And you can say Big Flock a pussy, but I know they won't believe you Nigga!
Haha! You can say Rico a pussy, but I know they won't believe you Bitch! Yah! And you can say Rico a pussy, but I know they won't believe you Bitch!
[Rico Nasty] All these lil baby bitches really think that they gon' phase me And I told 'em how I'm comin' Now they lookin' at me crazy Like I work at Staples All I'm touchin' is the fuckin' paper And I'm slowly understandin' why all of these people hate me I would hate me too, when I'm your favorite rapper's favorite rapper I don't talk about it I'ma make it happen, make it happen If they runnin' up, I guarantee I'm blastin' and I'm blastin' I'm in L.A. right now, in a foreign stuck in traffic On the road with the vulture I got zones in the cabinet Don't you ever disrespect me, I'll turn yo ass into Casper Me worryin' bout pussy niggas, I know it'll never happen In a race, I'll overlap 'em Put energy in my passion I coulda just hit the bitch Promised my pastor, I ain't crash her Bitch wit' me, she talkin' funny She must be from Tallahassee I'm workin' hard every day, but these people don't understand me If money fall out the sky, why ain't yo pockets where it's landin'? Knew this would happen, 'cause I planned it Had to work, it wasn't handed And I'ma hit it, any way it come Fastball or underhanded Take that shit just like a bandit You a liar, I can't stand it And you can say Rico a pussy, but I know they won't believe you BITCH!
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