(chorus) clap your hands uh to the beat yall because the heat'll make you clap your hands u say you goes one for the cash, two for the safe this is ring tone murder lets starv the place (verse) ? ?like a bullet blow ur head right off hand on the trigger pull give ur mouth the night off give ur sound man a c note to cut ur mic off the promoters need me nigga youse just a right off after that hit the dressin room and turn the lights off score on the fourth broad let them break my pipe off i used the word off 7 times in a rhyme u dumb enough to think i got a limited mind but before u start tweak it critique it press and rewind einstien understand that ur third eyes blind u lack creativity thats y u dont shine they callin me a genius its about time im like tattoos on ur mommas behind i bounce up and down and at the end ima shine and i will humiliate anybody who want it im back on top it hurts lil homie dont it (chorus) (verse) its obvious these clowns dont know who i am must of didnt get the message nigga check ur spam get ur facts right take ur dick out ur hand ur a homo but u probably on the low low damn they call me uncle l im from the north side of queens now u lookin at me like what does that mean it means i crush u and every coward in between for soundin like girls wit them sweet 16 and i dont give a fuck about whos old or young from what i hear the grave yards got room for everyone test big L'y come get ur head sprung what coffin u want the blue or da red one i aint gang banging that aint the muthafuckin point the point is that i spark these niggas like dust joints the point is u gonna pay me what u owe me plus points listen to da sound of revenge is my voice (chorus) (verse) u run around talkin about im twice ur age but i was rich a 17 u got some shit to explain rap games like a movie niggas playin a role but ur poker games to weak ur forced to fold all this waitin and debatin shits made me cold ready to blast seperate ur body from ur soul coniving ass cowards get dropped in a hole these niggas r shook like pinkys ass on the pole im tha bridge ova troubled waters pay my toll im the rules to the game u obey my code im the center of the bomb im the part that explodes u r not hip hop nigga go write for vogue u r not a king nor prince u just a toad u aint a g u a hoe ur sweeter then rocky road battle anybody who want it let me know just had another birthday nigga more dough (chorus) Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com