[chorus:] You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will rough you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
rap ain't shit, call me the specialist, professional.." Ain't in the game? Don't matter "..that's why your small rhyme bore me" Check me out yo "My category
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will rough you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde
Charise from East New York, listen bitch, you better talk Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk Pulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we don't
up her behind and pull the fuckin trigger Goin Psycho like Norman Bates, G. you better sedate Because lately niggaz ain't able to take me It ain't a
friends in a van They've been saying "just a living" but I don't know what they mean 'cause I don't think they'll ever be looking live to me it's the
how this shit got me I fuck with D-Block and the Dipset posse My spinners don't stop, y'all rappers don't shop 'Cause your jeweler told me, you be wearing
your knees Swim or fly, only please, come back to me On a mule, in a jet With your hair in a net In a towel when you're wet I don't care, this is where
My momma stood up & said "ain't no lac here, Get yo dogs, get tha fuck out & don't come back here" I'm tired of runnin', I can't turn back,
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet Don't stop, I'm not finished yet Don't stop, I'm not finished yet Don't stop, I'm not finished yet Don't stop, I'm not
that I know I can't trust But it don't mean nuttin' 'cause I still plug her out Under 18 with a child no doubt Don't matter ho Lemme hit it in the bootyhole
we had together Walking through the park Baby, then, then we could sing, Gave you all my money, Everything in the world that I had, You told me that don't
your duel cassette running me Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of me Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me '
, nigga, big or small Ain't nothin' nice [Hook (Lil Wayne)] Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid And in the van
don't get me crunk watch me pop trunk Smoking on cush ain't never seen skunk Man I'm so throwed caught me in the zone I don't give a fuck about you calling
I'm still on the block Just cause you see me on the T.V., don't mean I stopped punching the clock That's fa sho money, I ain't seen a royalty yet but
this shit got me I fuck with D-Block, and the Dip Set posse My spinners don't stop, y'all rappers don't shop Cause your jeweler told me, you be wearing
right) Chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me You're holdin more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin me So pardon me, pass the safe, before