Verse 1: The truck or the Lamby Cam be stuffed in some candy This ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking with family See my squad done waited right behind them bars that's gated Hopped out the casket bastard, reincarnated Yep, so have a seat, this gon' be a masterpiece I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that mack broads That video ain't Queens, it's your backyard Cuurtis, what's messing wit' ya head bad Ya dead mad, but dag that, security with red flags You bangin' 5, shootin' rocks and signs my way Fine play, I keep it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that stay to fight from day to night When I smack the Lightey brothers, Dave and Mike Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me though Jimmy ain't the president, he the CEO Zeke is the president, it's evident, he'll cock and spray Santana underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre I fuck with Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se Grab the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock away I extended the clip, never be friends with you pricks Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff He ran from police, you run with police You ain't from Southside You 'bout to get your mouth wide Hook: Cuurtis, uh, rewind it DJ Cuurtis, you ain't 50, 50 Cent's from BK Cuurtis, yep, he deserve to be nervous Cuurtis, damn, show some courtesy Curtis (Repeat) Verse 2: Ay yo, check the tale, girls break they neck and nails Just for me to sex they tail, but let's talk record sales Juelz, 800, Jim, 400 I cop more cribs, more cars, got more blunted Yeah I rocked the Roc so stop it doc, you copper top My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I watch 'em flop Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be clear Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out for three years Lemme be fair, I hop up off a sweet Lear Right to Lennox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my beach chair Visa knottail, and dog we not frail You don'r club in New York, you party out in Scotsdale I can't be clowned, beef dog, how dare we now And how you livin', you live in Tyson's hand-me-down Plus you can't be found, I'll have you taped, gagged, and bound Ask around, I never liked the circus, so I clap a clown Hook Ay yo man, thanks for all the shout-outs For my dudes who keep shoutin', I love it baby They're my brothers I ain't hear you say Banks name in a minute Talkin' 'bout Koch a graveyard, you just signed off for Prodigy to go there Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away from that dude B You ain't got no swag with buck teeth You know how ya ain't got no swag Whoever let you sign off on them G-Unit tanktops Is stupid just like yo' dumb ass Them is brazier tops Whoever wore that outside was a homo, gay ass nigga Ay yo stop calling my probation officer too Why you talkin' 'bout my probation You tryna get me locked up Curtis Ay yo Curtis you really tryna get me locked up You said something about my probation on your song Next thing you know my probation officer called me today, said they need to see me Ay yo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in jail It's crazy, how I gotta report to probation next Thursday I ain't supposed to report for three weeks I gotta go Thursday and he mentioned my probation Ay yo, lemme get off this mic now cuz I know how you get down Rat ass nigga, that's true story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com