(hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play! Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! oh oh no, Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold me so poor (me come and say) x2 fat joe: (cocka Bitch) here is something you can't understand how i could just kill a man shame what the mack can do K's speak faster i'll make a ass of you save the theatrics watch like a quarter mill? chain like double dat i ain't gotta talk about what off up in the duffle bag stunna my brother, weezy wee the syndicate hunned phantoms hunned maybachs i guess we nigga rich i'll yellow battle your face in ... trust me look at all the shit i be talkin and no one touch me pray and pray for my downfall BIG said it; so I made it rain till it poured. speak from the heart, this emotional rap catch feelings when you hear me, im supposed to do that (crack) a G what the streets done made me and the only language i speak is fuck you pay me, bitch. (i went to come and say) hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play! Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way! Be liquor shots, pray for me sake, me make way, me make way! oh oh no, dem clothes so dark, and dem hat so low me never ever ask to become so lord na me head so hot, and mi dread so cold me so poor weezy (jamaican flow): Bad man no take Pardon! Peer gunshot army them make backup! A man no fear no man, man no fear no one! Man a real Islam, man a get down done! A me no hear them talk, me eat in me car! Respect a soldier, him in a middle of war! Me I'm a Babylon gangster, holly grove monster You no look familiar, roofers them kill ya! Gunshots I will cut then open toolbox and drill ya! Jump off body and let the mailman meal ya! Me think I'm gon need the almighty one to heal ya! And me behind the jungle with the lion and we killa! (hey)See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play! Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! oh oh no, Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold me so fall [Ad-Lib: Birdman] Yup! Put it in the air nigga. Light your lighters in the air. This for my dead homies. Yeah! gangsta gangsta, thass what we yellin shoot up in his head, let his bitch go and tell'em we in the hood gettin money, we swellin bigger than life, u know it's the cheaper price bigger than stripes, u know what we doin it tonight we gettin it right, we plan then hit then flight we know the rules,nigga live by nun get it by nun, bitch i kill for my son Weezy: gangstas don't live that long that's why we gotta party everyday like frank came home and it's hard for me to say that my heart aint yearnin to walk up in the church and believe the sermon But instead, I spark up and relieve the burning. hopin that he understands my reasons for it no.. i ain't evil, i'm equal but nigga i aint sweet mo'fucka i'm diesel And when me come them say Hey! See me Point the Gun at y'all, Me no play! Me come for murder dem on the cow boy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! oh oh no, Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! na me head so hot, and mi dreads so cold me so poor Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com