Uhh, Man f-ck them bytches and them hoes
And them nikkas p-ssies, camel toes
I got some money on me and the weed nice
My shyt wont ever stop, suck my green light
bytch its Carter 4, murders all she wrote
Now its f-ck everybody like a Scorpio
Still running shyt, Im on my cardio
Boy Im going in, like my water broke
Suicide note, suicide doors
I put in overtime, like a tied score
Tinted windows bytch that mean mind yours
And the weed loud, like a lions roar
Stare into the eyes the eyes of forever
Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller
No music on, rock it acapella
And I dont need a watch, the time is now or never
Tell my nikkas love, I die behind this shyt
A nikka countin money, you nikkas counterfeit
Real nikka, nikka, proud of what I am
Young money is an army, bytch Im Uncle Sam
Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune
I left the bullshyt, in the waiting room
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus
We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups and bytch I be so high, I get starstruck
Millz in this bytch he said f-ck them hoes
And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes
And I keep some bud like Rudy Huxtable
Im bout to slam the beat, nikka, Dusty Rhodes
Im from Eagle Street I go Hercules
I get on the beat, murder 1st degree
YMCMB, we dont give a f-ck
You faker than some titties, you get tittie f-cked
This the best-worst feeling and nikka if I die I die a death worth living
This that text book G shyt Ive been in that water but Ive never been sea sick
(Yeah)
Knock me, I knock ya face off, lifes a crazy bytch, Grace Jones
Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone
Ha,
C4, Mr. Carters home!
So trash.
there is one hot line in this whole song
The bolded is the only average line. HE literally says the same thing OVER and OVER on this song.
I hate this song. I hate it.
3Peat, Walk in and Tha Mobb were classics though.