Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a while (A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me dead (A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me in the fed's (A Million) Bitches wanna give me head (A Million) Dollars in my bank account (A Million) Soundscan the first week out (A Million) Motherfukka's on my dick (A Million) Motherfukka's talking shyt
Hit a break down... I'm the king, and you better respect it All I need is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella necklace Nigga you can "check up on it", I'm a Slim Thug Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black brim blood Gave nigga's 300 bars, two mixtapes, and a DVD I did it for the C.P.T. Did it for New York, did it for Chi-town Ran through hip-hop, and made these nigga's lie down I'm going away for awhile, call it a California vacation I call it a Bentley with a smile GOD bless the child, wit incredible style Nigga sicker than West Nile, who king of the West now I'm putting my vest down, nigga's ain't going to kill shit Shut the fuck up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill rappers And I be wit real crips, real bloods, real clappers Fuck rappin, these nigga's will push ya grill backwards Faster than Iraqis when Bush attacking My flow semi-automatic, blhow Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The Game' coming for ya My jab, like Zab on the chin of De La Hoya I'm the golden boy, and I'm making Hova noise Got the whole world clapping, just like the Nolia Boys Since a juvenile, I had to prove my style Went from Kayslay to DJ Clue, and blhow 20 Magazine covers, nigga look at me now You need a hot 16?.. I need 100 thou Cause half of these rap nigga's just be running they mouth The other half, in the ATL runnin' the south 10 Mill in the bank, 7 bedroom house I'm rich, so on my 30th birthday I'm out Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I spit better lines Better rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline Fuck it im rich, for nothing, tell the media to get off of my dick You wit me, my next album going to sell like Britney I beat on these rap nigga's like Bobby do Whitney No more drama, no more beef wit 50 And if you just tuning in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360) Right back where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out like Pearl Harbor That was '95, when Cube was in his prime You brought yo Lethal Injection, and I brought mine Rewind to '89, got my first mixtape My brother brought it for me, they use to call him Big Face But now, we ain't brothers, nigga we ain't shit And you living in my shadow like Marcus Vick And I heard about yo little rappers talking shit Stay out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick I ain't change, same nigga that got off them bricks Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his bars is sick Getting head on the road, cause his cars is sick And he whop so good, I had to pause this shit I told 'em bomp, slow down baby Got to get this shit firm like Foxy, NaS and AZ She said 'fuck you,pay me So I left her in AZ That's what I get for letting her listen to my Jay-Z Fuck a bitch, give me a 40, I'll take that Dress up for the grammy's, but I still don't drive maybach's Nigga I'm gangster, and homey don't play dat Stand way back, or get ya ass clapped ASAP Nigga this the payback, you want beef.. say that I'll have a hundred hurricane hoodies where you lay at Get yo whole clique wet, making up crip sets Nigga got ran outta New York by Dipset Then he got ran out of Compton by my set Banned from Watts, can't even walk through his projects Nigga so lame, talking he gangbang Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know where I hang I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the platinum chain The fact remains, the game don't rap for fame Game rap for fun, Game blast his gun the game gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards done Be easy, I might give you a pass this once I'm ready to die, but I don't want a bastard son Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the hood On the same couch, I put my demo in a package for Sug After one meeting, I was right back in the hood Red bandana hanging, selling crack in the hood Now it's, Aftermath for good... Any nigga mention Dre, get a Desert Eagle shoved in his fucking face How that taste? Blow yo shit out fa'real, Nigga im for real Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a grill I cook beef, like a steak on a grill Got the clipse on hold, but I ain't Pharrell Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like smoke in ya lungs I Spit sharp like a razorblade under my tongue Nigga, I'm number one, motherfukka bar none Who else kick knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son We can go bar for bar, cocksucker drop some(tm) Watch me Take Flight like Tom Cruise in The Top Gun You might win some, but you just lost one I beat on these lil nigga's like Dr. Dre drums Look at these motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves Thinking beefing wit hurricane going to boost they sales Never that, motherfukka, I'm a clever cat Kanye West in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as that Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm nice I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put rappers on "Ice"
A skee , let me ask you a question If you take the 120 bars, put it with the 240 bars Then add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, what you get? (A Million) Haha.. lets get the fuck outta here man.. Go find something to do Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
