don't like killin', no matter what the reason's for And your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore Well, I got my window shield so filled with flags
me 'Cause I'm already sad And I'm already sad Now that the war is gone And the bodies left to die A man looks up for his country With the flag in his
balls like AND 1. Now lets go, Mexico that's where we next to go. Do him like his momma make him eat his vegetables. Can call me a stage mom, boy
s time to put the rice in I was in the chair, I was gluing my weave in When you hit the stage They was booin and leavin Young money red flag, No more
and desires, right here, right now, in this little section. I have been in showbusiness for 10 years and every time I have to go back on the stage I
Be the one, be the one, be the one, be the one Be the one, be the one Be the one, be the one, be the one, be the one The stage was set for me to play
of a rhythm [Big Mike] It ain't surprisin' these motherfuckers still hatin', They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with, Different stages
a smoke-filled room, filled with noise On a special night just for the boys I'll be sittin' at a table, just sippin' on a drink While the bitch is on stage
my shit fly from my flag i dont lie wen i rap u can find hollowman inside of da track i put my life on da track i let my shit fly from my flag verse
it's time to put the rice in I was in the chair, I was gluing my weave in When you hit the stage They was booin and leavin Young money red flag, No more
berserk Sometimes, when I wanna shut out this world Wanna rip up this page Wanna pour out this heart Wanna get up on this stage And my lips become
insecurity's at an all time high Exxon and on and on and on The ministers of double speak New meanin' of clean they tried to teach us They staged the
mind, the list that I've crafted Fresh new trick to flip, I'm Dick Dastard Half smooth criminal and half straight bastard No mask when your flag get
touch a million, throwing hundreds in this bitch [Verse 7 - Birdman] Real nigga number one, hustle fly with my son Come from uptown, G5, Tommy gun Red flag
Freak out Let's flag tri color Yeah Can you feel it? It's alive Got a phone message call From your sister love And she likes to pretend That she taken
showin' them the best overall that's, WHO? Who spits the lyrics, that be toppin' all that's WHO! While some of 'em been up on stage and got, BOOED! So
that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
