Worked
his bond,
worked his bond
Now introducing the
sounds from the ghetto
He double in too short,
what the fuck you thought?
I come with the ruckus,
it's my thing when I swing
I'm born to Mack,
always rap with the Black Gap
Who I be, I swear, boy,
you wanna get touched?
Roll up and cut the slug to the chest, so duck
I talk the talk, walk the walk,
now nigga 500S driving
with a hand on trigger
Crazy loot I stack,
check my track record
Everything I touch is gold since 18 years old
So what that mean?
I roll with the blunt and pump the endo
Smoke in it, I trip in a minute
Crazy hoes be docking me
cause I be rocking B
Sewing up like Monopoly,
nobody stopping me
Dig it, funk defined like Brat,
how's that?
I stick a move on track
so I smoke a 20 sacks
Who said the E can't rock,
that's bullshit
Suck my dick and get a big fat
lick of my balls
You wanna brawl? Pumped? I thought not
You might get beat down
and stomped like self -squat
Your girl like he sweat,
I wanna fuck her
Suck her already stuck her
I got rhymes to make
your whole head swell up
Here's an ice pack,
homeboy shut the hell up
I rock the mic but too short,
ya niggas know what's
happening
Everything he touch goes platinum
I made a half a million in a week
and every nigga on the street
got a tape playin' me
You can't believe it,
Erick Sermon Roller was short
Rode from California all the way to New York
in big Benz's G hooked it up,
now we tryna squash all that East West stuff
We spent years in the studio
makin' funky tracks
Signed a bunch of niggas
with some tight ass raps
It's like Father Dime,
it's like Keith Mur ray
Make a millionaires but
it ain't no hurry
Cause we all in it for the long run
I won't leave the studio
until the song's done
And ain't nothing really hard
about get ting my cash
A big fat house with a million stash
You other niggas got this rap
game distorted
Giving dads to the label,
straight getting shorted
Claim you getting paid, but I can't tell
You keep rapping in my ear
and got me mad as hell
You talk a good game,
but I don't believe in you
You smoke a lot of blunts,
but I got more weed than you
I guess I'll see you on the charts
in the meanwhile
Another face in the crowd
bustin' freestyles
Wishin' you could be in the light
Promoters paid me 10 G's
just to breathe on the mic Bitch
Shout out, puttin' it down
with the E -double
Uh, you remind me of my fat girl chain
Some of y 'all are just more change
Three of us with true, true game
Uh, stick this y 'all,
my music is dangerous
Atom ic Dawg,
comin' through the smoke
with Short Dawg
Ah, quick with the trick, Jack be nimble
I shoot like G -Mob,
those lookin' through my window
Chick, chick, pow,
how you like me now?
The man in the mirror,
it don't get no clearer
Short Dawg and E -Double and Bree,
we roll thick
Like girls in CAU with
the good power, you
Ow, money is the key to fame
So I can live it up with
the girls on Soul Train
The impact,
major league though like Dave Justice
Yo Reed, Short Dog,
show them how we bust this
Like some true pioneers,
don't forget it
