YOU I AIN'T LAUGHING WITH YOU, CAUSE I'M LAUGHING AT YOU [Hell Rell] Now the boat's on cruise, the scope's on you Damn right cocksucker the joke's on
should go or stay She told him either he goes or you go, we both was on our way So, he moved and took me with him on, two-thousand-one, Browning Clowning
, here we go again from the hot spot Age slipping, that's why my eyes so blood shot Killing niggas here, kill 'em there They keep coming back Running
took a bite out of your bum Anytime you want it, doggone it, yo put me on it Never running up on it, you never disappointed, get on it I simply jam, not
I never cut a deal, cut a jam for nigga's health Responsible for what I am, clap hands black And never erase the track Negative attack strictly based on
new 7-60's, yeah I got 2 One platinum like my rhymes, the other raspberry blue When I'm riding on the track like a surf board I'm on the block pitching
too hard, come on, face it You gotta treat yourself, you deserve it Dance like a wild person, come on, you earned it Young and old and old and young Relax, come on
ball or you drug dealy-dealy Standing on the block when the spot gets hot Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop So I'm sittin back, rhyming on instrumentals
your front on, bitches get your stunt on, come on!) [INF-Black] It's the silent mover, analyst, sharpshooter I parachute in your hood, ride off on a
[Chorus:] I turn on a favorite song I knew that would turn ya on Now she's saying she goin do what I want She said she wanna wake up with me in the morning
on the hip Lord Have Mercy dumped five on a nigga Suck his whole shit, his whole crew busting Shit ain't going according to plan Goddamn, my shit jam
spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice That's when Rae ran out of the back Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on
the program, this is not a slow jam This is not a love song, unless you love tearing shit down Take a look around, you're not running this The bluff in
a place to stay On my way up from bottom rock Bitches starting to jock Cause my hair is getting longer And games getting stronger To pull my on weight
, gotta get put that on all me reefer Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] Bailin' on ah mission
I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail
I left dat See I be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da cash go) And any nigga interfering with the cash flow so he can get pumped on like