I make a non-believer say, "Oh my God" Ain't nothin' too incredible for the Wizard of Oz Ain't nothin' too regretable for me to lose no sleep These the cards I was dealt, bitch, read 'em and weep It's that West side rollin, pussies get swollen Knockin' niggas down in the pen, I'm bowlin' Controllin' everything I'm holdin' I made a promise to myself I'ma keep it gangsta always even in the hallways of corporate America, break down the barrier Self-made, Koolaid, fuck what you say Fuck what he say, pimpin' ain't easy Don Mega put a dagger in your swagger Rollin' zones, tell Mick Jagger Fuck the chit-chatter I got a bladder full of red cup liquor, yes, my nigga Drinkin' out the pitcher, I turn water into wine like scripture Make a toast, every dose is a overdose And that ghost'll make your ass do the holy ghost
Make believers outta non-believers Make believers out the overseers Make 'em bow down when they need us We got some non-believers out there Make believers outta non-believers Make believers out the overseers Make 'em bow down when they need us They got to bow down when they need us
Boo, I pop up like a phantom And niggas got to take the ass whoopin' that I hand 'em Yup, the guys call me Samson, I'm dangerous with a Samsung Call my niggas at random and they quick to make ugly outta handsome Old rappers, I fuck up your grandson New rappers, meet Charlie Manson I brainwash your damn son, yup, he'll leave the house with a handgun But if he ran into Zimmerman, pull it out homie, you ain't got to run It's a cold, cold world for all these non-believers and underachievers These fake ass bitches and divas Where the fuck will they go when they leave us?
Make believers outta non-believers Make believers out the overseers Make 'em bow down when they need us We got some non-believers out there Make believers outta non-believers Make believers out the overseers Make 'em bow down when they need us They got to bow down when they need us
Don't get hogtied fuckin' with the raw hide My four-five make the law hide For life, gangsta for life Think about your wife 'fore you play with your life It's that rattlesnake from the battle state, trick That python with the mic on, bitch Palm trees are like napalm, grimy In my hood he like Treyvon, try me I'm walkin' home with my Skittles The neighborhood watch first house to get riddled Bust, leave bullets in your pillow You fuckin' hero, don't make that bitch a widow This gon' hurt just a little White people, stop sayin' "ghetto" It's like the pot callin' the kettle Damn, you the reason why we ghetto
We got some non-believers out there Make believers outta non-believers Make believers out the overseers Make 'em bow down when they need us They got to bow down when they need us
Can you believe this motherfuckin' shit? Havin' faith is believin' in somethin' you have yet to see You got to believe in somethin', homie Why not believe in me?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
