If she does , so what? Hillary talks a good game but you don't know what she stands for because she flip flops consistently.
"You talk a good game but you a ho when they ride
nikka don't have to look for you, they know you inside
You probly got your tail in your ass, your thumb in your mouth
Protected custody so you don't come in your house
Motherfukker, where all the shyt you said you was 'bout?
Let you tell it, you been 'bout bustin' heads in the south
Can't be fukkin' with no lame, fake
Ain't even gon' watch your back, nikka
Get popped, can't handle the pressure and rat, nikka
Take the whole clique down runnin' his lips
Can't come back in the bricks now, he'll get flipped
It's a cold game but I don't give a fukk, my nikka
I feel threatened by anybody, I'ma bust that nikka up my nikka
Then go get a mill, fukk my bytch
I take this game to heart, unless nikkas disagree
Now point the nikka out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(One, two, three, kick it)
I'm a lil' man, stand my ground no matter what
Glock glued to my hand, there's no one you can trust
nikkas turned on they own nikka behind Geez
If I think they won't turn on me, I'm outta luck
So I roll first, cock and shoot first
Gotta stay over the head to duck a T-shirt
You want beef? You want war? You want me?
Nothin' between us but air and opportunity
Don't talk 'bout what you gon' do, do it, nikka
'Cause you're wastin' your breath, go 'head, prove it, nikka
shyt's real, I ain't got time to fake
Time's money, I ain't got time to waste
But on the straight with me bein' real
To let others' nikkas know I don't fake, ya gotta get killed
Oh, bytch-nikka playin' with a rich nikka like me
Ya wind up six feet, clown
Now point the nikka out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity that ain't nothin' to me
Look, I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three"