you any further than I can throw you You have any doubts? Look, let me show you [VERSE 2] What type of thing are you into? These rhymes I'm bringin you
them to do my dirt for me All they wanted 500 that's a purpose g That shows how much they worth to me I cant believe they had the nerve To rob me for
that's what I was, that shit, yo Let me tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (
my gold, I'm good [Hook: Mr. Maygreen] I know you heard it a thousand times Not quite like my design You say that's what you looking for Gator boots
'Cause you're sauerkraut, you're not really about Nothin', you're bluffin' But I'm callin' your bluff to see if you're really tough Show me your stuff
! She wouldn?t let me go, And you better get up outta the bed if your aint hollerin? I know you want me though So you better get on top of the head, if you
G in me, let's go Would ya party on with me? Lights out I'll give you everythin' you need and more On the mike, I been a demon since seamen How you
ma kill you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY! Nah, the money fucked YOU up Tryin to say the money changed me? What you think, I'm your brother, you
off, you know what I'm talking about Hey man, you understand me Master constitution for the prostitution And let prostitution be the only solution Please believe it, you understand it, bitch, you
nobody could tell me it's hell see Takes more than a dope lp to be wealthy Let me show you the path, you're going too fast You're choking your promotional
believe that no MC can serve me Brothas try to front, but everybody know I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show Party animal I was, but now I chill
no mc can serve me Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know) I get more props than the arsenio hall show Party animal I was, but now I chill at
wouldn?t let me go, And you better get up outta the bed if your aint hollerin? I know you want me though So you better get on top of the head, if you
made time to chill with Miss Portuguese Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys And rob me for my G's Had to show this crazy
hoes keep callin' us pretty And you mad 'cause the bitch got me on her titty Mr. Troutman talk me talkbox, do why diddy! And I'll tell you to your ear, nigga, you