Yeah can you hear me
Yeah
There's certain things
In life that you can stop
And there's certain things
In life that can't
Be stopped
Let's go..
Y'all ****** still talkin
Oh you got a little name
Little fame little fortune
What you got is a portion
Bout the size of the hats in
The back of my Porsche and
So you better use caution
Knowin I'm the boss and
I'm sittin on pyramids
Flossin
I don't really gotta talk son
I can get lost and sit back
Livin off endorsements
I'm a pro kid
Why you actin like
You don't really know kid
Any records I broke it
Through the fame
And the stardom
Makin my mark on Harlem
Like Poe did I said
Here's your eviction notice
But you probably already
Know this I don't mean
To be greedy but turn on
Your TV or pick up
Your CD P.D.
This is gruesome
****** always grab that
Mic and salt like they
Really gonna do som'in
What's wrong with
You son Oh you got a
New gun do you know
How to use one
Then you livin an illusion
Livin in a used one while
I'm in the Limited cruisin
You ain't really got a
Crew son you givin them
Amusement **** what your
Comic Views meant
You's a smokehead
I've been doin this since
This Pro-Ked broke breads
With the cokeheads
Been down still I get
Around like a ***** with
Broke legs on a moped
I said I'm a Top Gun
Like Gossett run and
Get your CD and cassette
Gossip lotta ****** got lip
But they ain't got hot yet 'til
They got Dep
Why ****** lie like that
Know they ain't fly like that
****** get fried like that
And you don't wanna
Die like that
Have your momma
Cryin like that
Besides all that
I'm in to get it fryin like that
Still on the block
And move pies like that
Never my life dealt
With guys that rap
In fact I leave a *****
With his eyes all sad
Swoll up y'all ******
Better hold up
Any ***** that roll up
Could get fold up
Body get ripped up
And then sewed up
Every ***** I ****** with
****** is growed up
We don't play games
Get on the stand
And say names
All we do is cock back
And spray planes
Give a **** if *****
Hustle or gangbang
***** try to use they
Muscle and bang bang
Keep frontin I'ma put a
Crease in your jaw
Might catch me
Squeezin the four
My ***** I go to war
And if a ***** want
The raw you still gotta
Come in the store
Y'all never had a run- n
Before with the likes of
An outlaw predicate
Assassin smashin open ****
Rig scope focus it
Give ****** what they
Suppposed to get ***
Oppose the clique
I send five close to six
Hoodfellaz that'll come
Close your ****
****** stay with the
Frozen wrists now the
Smoke colored big Benz
With the top broke off
Fix your face we back on
The paper chase never left
So I ain't gotta take
Your place **** the fake
Bogus ****** that ain't
Notice the breadwinner
Three six five I stay
Focused *****
We never stop...
We never stop...
One of the greatest
Teams that ever lived...
It's like in our blood...
We gotta be born this way..
Bad Boy baby