Talkin' practice baby
Only thing is
I'm not the shooter

I'm the bullet, (*##$




They say your attitude determines your latitude
I'm high as a mother$#&@er - fly as a mother$#&@er

And still the mother$#&@er you love to hate
But can't - because you love what I make
Now ain't - that about a (*##$

That Imma talk %#@! until I'm out of hits
They don't want to turn they speakers up they claim I ain't deep enough
All that talkin' I feed off of - keep it up

I'm relaxin' my feet is up - I'm leavin' you haters
Like when Shaq left the Lakers just to "Heat" it up
I state the stats to stunt - I don't need to front

There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important as Michael Jordan

Was to the NBA when he was scorin'
Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and..




You aint neva gotta ask again

How we got the world to listen
It ain't easy to pretend
I know you lost your cool

And it starting to come back again
wake and stop it's just the begining
You ain't never gotta ask again

Baby this is what we do




Yeah, what you want
And if you strap, we can trade like the Dial Jones

Where the Muh
Hope he got his towel on
I ain't at the moon

And get my howl on
Some ^!$$%s cry wolf, i'm on that dry cush
And when it comes to that paper i stack books

Yeah, You heard what i said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head
Life aint cheap

You're better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shoutout ma ^!$$% fee
See every mutha$#&@a at the door don't get a key

You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see
Its about money it's bigger than me
I told my homies don't kill him bring the ^!$$% to me, yeah

Don't miss, you $#&@in with the hitmen
Kidnap a ^!$$%, make him feel like a kid again




You ain't Neva gotta ask again





How we got the world to listen
It ain't east to pretend
I know you lost your cool

And it statting to come back again
Wake and stop its just the begining
You ain't never gotta ask again

Baby this is what we do





Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South

When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion
But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin
It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin
It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin

Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin ^!$$%z feelings
(^!$$%z feelings) And still chillin on somethin that's into healing
Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin
Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling
So say what you want, and do what you please

But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a crew of G's
So, ^!$$%z'll come and look for you if ya sneeze
or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say
And be easy, or else it'll be a long day




You ain't Neva gotta ask again
How we got the world to listen

It ain't east to pretend
I know you lost your cool
And it statting to come back again
Wake and stop its just the begining
You ain't never gotta ask again
Baby this is what we dodo



They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight
And two wrongs don't make a right
But when you been wrong and you know all along that it's just one life
At what point does one fight? (Good question right!)
'Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in it

Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half
Bet that stops all the grinnin and the laughs
When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag
When your options is none and the pen is all you have
or the block, ^!$$%z standin tight, there's limits on the ave
Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash
But can't put they name on paper cause, then you on blast

Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence
Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us
Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up
Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up