[Intro]
BITCH! Uh!
Killa! Uh!
Dipset Bitch!
The Union(Uh huh!)
Harlem! Killa!
(Leave me alone.. I just like to live my life)
Part 2!
[Verse 1]
I be like Move.. get out the way
Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay
And it`s 2 clips, I get out the play (man!)
Fo a few chips, I get out n` spray (bla-kow!)
It`s more then shrimps, it`s whores and pimps (pimps)
The difference in our crimes, yours attempts
Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun
I`m Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, larceny, conspiracy
Murder one, electric chair I don`t deserve the fun
But I get the dough, shit I might splurger one
Now I know a lotta styles, some see
But listen, stop it child it`s a done D
I come to ya block, stop and style it`s that one V
Gators straight from +Crocodile Dundee+
No rubber sold, hardwood bastard
Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic
Killa! Uh!
(Leave me alone.. I just like to live my life)
[Verse 2]
Uh, that shit you talk don`t move me nada
The dudes with the Q`s be proper
Uzi pop, you news and choppers
It`s true we lava, who knew we`d prosper
The game`s a bitch, ooh we got her
Shoes, Louie product groupies blah blah
Santana, Zeke the kufi poppa
We the movie SHOTTAS
But it`s really rude bois and rastas
With a +Trailer Load of Girls+, excuse me Shabba
I wish my homie could watch me
Live +Happy Days+ like Tony and Chachi
I stay lonely and cocky
(DICE!!!)
Rollin` and rollin` `em
Cars, the repo are towin` `em
Acts black, we totally total `em
Even blood, he totally totaled it
Plus his life, he totally totaled it
But any girl I get I totally open `em
Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in `em
[Bridge]
Killa!
Talkin` tough? (Yo!), smokin` dust (Whoa!)
Fuck with us? (No! No! No!)
Get ya head bust
Get ya head bust
Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust
He talkin` fly (Yo!), I wonder why (Whoa!)
Fuck with us? (No! No! No!)
Get ya head bust
Get ya head bust
Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust
[Verse 3]
Killa! Yo uh..
(Leave me alone.. I just like to live my life)
I spend days on kawasakis
Nights with Lewinskies
But I`m the like the Ice Man, Richard Kuklinsky
I style on New York, pile up my fork
The Dips, consulted by the son of Malachi York, doggy
Cause I push weight, plus I push tapes
God damn I`m starvin` and I just ate
I wouldn`t say I`m meano with +Tha Carter+
I`m more like the plant in +Little Shop Of Horrors+
But I don`t say Feed me Seymour
I say, Feed me Dame, feed me Lyor (billions!)
Epic, they used to feed me detours (pfft!)
Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4
The way I blow up, the VS just soars
You GS-3, I`m GS-4
You in a lexus, I`m Gulf Stream 4
up in the sky, on a gulf stream tour
You want beef? We`ll start a Gulf Stream war
Lay ya ass down on God`s Green Floor
We playin` Golf in the Gulf Of New Mexico
Tha Cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho
My gas game you gotta respect it tho
I swear to god you think I`m workin` for +Texaco+
And ya section know when any day Techs could blow
Hit `em from neck to toe when I come deck ya hoe
Killa! DipSet Bitch!
[Bridge]
