“I’m not a MC if you test me stick make you dance like it’s hammer time
Boy you must ain’t heard columbine
Pump and a what
Twin gone head and fill the lines
Boy this that freddy verse jason shit cut heart out you better run and hide
I’m in his dreams like i’m freddy kruger they waking up and they all dying
I threw 3,000 in one hand all the strippers play throw em up bust em up
You been in da club for a hour but ain’t throw yo money boy you must be broke or somn
Put a quarter mill on my plate and i swear to god ima eat till i’m hunnid somn
Swear to god i get that money huh
Swear to god you niggas junkies huh”
“Like a cleaning crew we the ones doing the mopping
Knock off the witness the case they gone drop it
Now the case gone like i hired Cochran
Bitch i got the whole city rapping who got it
Every song i get on like hot grease it’s popping
Just like a cradle you see how i’m rocking
Keep me a Mf Glock in my pocket
You said you get money boy you need to stop it
Ima a well known grave digger
Creep up on him roll the windows down then i let the K hit him
Smoke em like a dutch i heard he testified so no i can’t bang with em
No i can’t hang with ya”
“ I got these bitches wanna hang like the tongue on my timbs
Big B on my hat call it brim on brim
Stomp em yea i put da timbs on timb
I ain’t gone stall em out i put dat heat on him
Gas got a odor like a locker room “Musty”
I see who stay down when shit getting ugly
My dog just came home so pour some more bubbly”
“Big dog stuck in the middle
Left foot in hell right foot in heaven
I put all the signs in your face painted the picture clear as day but you ain’t get the message
Big 40 on me i don’t do the wrestling
In my right pocket it’s a Smith and Wesson
If a n**** disrespect this shit today that n**** gone have to count his blessing”
“ “I’m not a MC if you test me stick make you dance like it’s hammer time
Boy you must ain’t heard columbine
Pump and a what
Twin gone head and fill the lines
Boy this that freddy verse jason shit cut heart out you better run and hide
I’m in his dreams like i’m freddy kruger they waking up and they all dying
I threw 3,000 in one hand all the strippers play throw em up bust em up
You been in da club for a hour but ain’t throw yo money boy you must be broke or somn
Put a quarter mill on my plate and i swear to god ima eat till i’m hunnid somn
Swear to god i get that money huh
Swear to god you niggas junkies huh”