Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt

Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two

A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay

Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre
Beef is on my entree, gin and juice thats Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way

#~!!@ on a sunday, business on a monday
My new crib came with feng shui
And my closet is like a runway

Come be my fiancee, she $#&@ me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge


Just a sit around and watch her sunbathe
Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K
Boogie $$# (*##$ made wait to $#&@ for two days

Finally got it today, swear to god my mood changed
Top off like toupes, drop off, touche
Yeah my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy

And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tellem holla at a ^!$$% G
Riding on my enemies, this my Ghetto Symphony


Whippin whitney, my mama as a witness
(*##$es Lickin' and locking up my swishas

Once she blow my whistle
She know it's dismissal
Spread the news I'm official

Now hop out my foreign vessel
Before I get aggressive
Forget it, war ready, already tested

Tears and blood invested
'Til my cardiacs arrested and my 40 oz is empty


Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that
Black magic on the tires only I
Rolling down the lonely mile, phony smile

Warrants, police on me now, still touring
And my chain it may slow me down cheer for
Pain, in it's purest form

Don't complain I came to reign
From here forward, still noid
So crib got clear doors

Burning planes in my air force
And all I can see is clear ports


Since Rocky spit like Andre I'm gonna kill em' like Big Boi
These rappers is all my entrée, eat em' like cookies, chips ahoy
Eat, enjoy, when I get annoyed

Know a couple ^!$$%s that I'd kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Body get found by a lil' fishin' boy

Arnold Schwarzeneger, toss a ^!$$%
Like codeine mixed with a roid
Smoke punch make a ^!$$% trip collide

Quit talkin' fast, you could grip the nine

Damn, look at how the hollow tip hit his spine

And the mother$#&@ers come in to cry
You ^!$$%s have a sour dipped in wine
Guess that's why the ground sip the wine

Pourin liq so I soak in lift and shine
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
My soul gets cold, all my ^!$$%s died

So and so, ^!$$%s live and die
Beneath shoe soles you will reside
Rappers get a mil' for these freakin' lies

Tryina come with this for their freakin lives
How many times in your eyes has a ^!$$% died?
Never!

Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better ^!$$%