s fuck it up now... [R:] Cos enough is enough [L:] Hear the lyrical assault from the brother called Ruf! [R:] Shakin' up the scene cos no other would
gon' get the applause -- Clap clap with your frame like a fucking garage (Yeaaaah) This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for -- This the shit the other
torch, cut the head off the Leviathan The terminology I'm rhymin' in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland Hit ya, I'm gonna get ya And drop the bomb scripture
, moms you can basically just suck my dick This is a home invasion Yo, pops that shit you talkin' is noise Word you full of shit Check this out, moms, I said time bomb
m blessed Never wear no vests because I got mad love Master V does some other shit TV's in the head rests I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs
through ya Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm I got designed when the world drop dimes This world you'll fine there's no other like my
hardcore criminal Never lettin' nothin' stand in the way of me ridin' Animal instinct intentions whenever we grindin' We criminally minded, I'll squeeze
shows around the globe, Limousines on the road. Throwing rhymes up in the air, So they call me Willionaire. I like chicks in fancy fits, And other fo
Bomb ass pussy Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy Ma, I know you got that bomb bomb pussy (Whachu doin'?)
a school boy decided to be an MC) See some said no, others said fa' sho (And now we comin' back down, this time in a six fo') Zoop zoop, open ya mind
Pun and The Don, come up heavily armed Niggas better be calm or I'ma set the alarm And a hundred strong'll form in shape of a bomb My squads'll forever bomb
and goin' cold turkey That's all you ever think about Nasty ass hoes'll give you stank mouth First thing in the morning, she's on your mind Twenty minute kisses, all the time Bomb
What happened to that other rapper Y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name
creepin' through the alley with six deuce Strapped up everybody focused no mixed views A sawed off pump in my hand with two shells The other four homies
's hot I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go (tongue noises) Go 'head, space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind That's why I ain
York, New York, The Big Apple New York, New York New York, New York 16 million feet stepping on each other New York is a state of mind Time after time
Yeah, It's me! Feels good, Carolina, what up? (Blazing) Fayettenam, what up? Therapist. Yo, ay, Yo! You niggas gotta be outta your rabbit ass mind,
closed minded all she want to do is shop she so clothes minded Wanna cop the latest before them other hoes find it Material girl yet somehow I don't mind
