So when you stole all of my money, did you think I wouldn't find out? Well now I've got my eyes out for ya, and you had better watch out. Because I
Oh my god, you must be joking me. I could hardly believe it at all. And oh my lord, you must be kidding me, I said when I got the call. America just
buried with a gun. So we picked up our mattress, toothbrush and soap, and a blanket to shield us from the fluorescent glow, and I layed in my cell with the other
how low can you go another one bites the dust for rock and roll and another one down and another one down you remember basement shows you would call
a few more punks that I got to rip All you chump MC's who sell out quick When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip But now they got problems and you
so sensual caught up in the he say, she say blog sites, him and her, broke up World star, Nah right dumb fans, they believe, everything that y'all write found out, friends fake
That it ain't edible But they know the cake's real (I'm the Pillsbury Dough Man) Yo, I couldn't even say Ask these other silicon niggas How being fake
my carpel tunnel was [unverified] was written And rippin' problems like water flowin' in humbles I'm workin' with seven shovels, the grave diggers and others
bring me on down (bring me on down), but really nobody can stop us with everything we know now/ we sucker free, we see underneath all you fake thugs/
peep show Fake on me and watch how quick i hit yo block and get respect And I'm 51 50 so fake on me I break yo neck And whoever got a problem wit somethin
- gotta see her face- don't fuck wit fake. Bet it all dog- my bitch don't play- look at dem tattoos on her face. Bitch got a problem- catch a case- fuck
em And have them people leakin like they're CD isn't mastered CD is in plasic, these niggas is has-beens We ain't makin friends while these niggas is Anistons Dig, these niggas is fake
first letter, bitch (Pussy) You thinking, you dead, boy? Know where I?m at, boy? I?m on the other side of the room, your lady feel frisky Tell her come get me, I?m on the other
head put on flat, Think it's a game, I got choppers Done fucked with jelly jaws Screwed a few bitches in my car A temper problem, I can't hide Issues, violence, problems
know you live these gangsters Freaky thoughts got me cussing at you Visualizing me in side ya, baby can we holla Lookie here lets skip the fake conversation
I hit the club Hoping that my dick get rubbed by some fat asses Niggas get to scraping then you hear the gats blasting Damn, older niggas aint got no problems
do life I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems Followed by niggaz who hate fake
friend of mine Only thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time Y'all should of shot me, in the Jimmy instead But I guess they was feeling each other
