Yeah baby, it's time to pump the bottle, baby Yeah, can you take to the re-rub off my shit? Yeah, Hangmen 3 All y'all done it, all y'all funny Shit can get ugly One man summit, always blunted Haters most wanted I live it, y'all flaunt it (Any questions) Deep dish twenty Y'all too friendly My shit trendy You really wanna know Long time coming, long time hustling It's all my money House, cars, it's all mine, cousin My life sumthin', y'all like frontin' (Any questions) Fuck that dump shit, if my gun click all y'all run quick Y'all just talkin', Boston, Harlem, Own, Sparkin If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town New Orleans, Texas and back down If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland Down to LA, VA and back to NC Yo, best done, who done popped up out of hidin' Snuck out the bowels of Gotham, who gone stop em'? The body mask wore '85, all solid It's all roll-ed, let's get this green like it's call-ed I floss a lot black and get to Boston, I'm hot Actin' like I won't bring the black Porsche off the lot Then do the right thing, y'all know Ray, y'all know Jinx I'm like the night wing with the iced out bright wing Go ahead dog, sleepin'? I'm a steal ya plate Brought Ray and Made Men out to seal ya fate More ya to none, beef, might borrow ya guns I borrow ya funds, dog we'll spoil your fun Eastside I lay at, I'm like whoa when ya play that I'm not a killer cat to fix his mouth and say that Bad Boy, Made Mens and high livin' I'm outta here, streets, stay out of prison If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town New Orleans, Texas and back down If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland Down to LA, VA and back to NC Four, five, sixes, arm tight bitches The middle finger's up to all my critics Flow so vicious, hate takin' pictures I ain't feelin' niggas who fuckin' with the snitches Hit you out the park like Manny, y'all can't stand me Won't see me at the Grammy's My team stunnin', the high beams are comin' Doors flyin' open, my team start thumpin' Leave your boys crawlin', who got your back? Call em' Problems resolve them, there not that important The last one standin', you the first one leavin' The first one bleedin', now who the one breathin'? 95 south, don't ever try and follow Fuck around, get hit by the hollow Ray Benzino, Grand Marciano, Bad Boys Made Men live at the Apollo If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town New Orleans, Texas and back down If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland Down to LA, VA and back to NC If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town New Orleans, Texas and back down If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland Down to LA, VA and back to NC If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland Down to LA, VA and back to NC © JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; DIAMOND ROB MUSIC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com