[JT Money]
Sssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiittttttt
[Master Fuol and Pastor Troy]
*Screaming*
Get crunk
Get crunk
Put em up
Get throwed
On the floor
*Screaming*
[JT Money]
Oh you didn`t know we
Mia, NYC, Houston, now what
(Chorus)-all
(M) Watcha watcha bout
(Jt & Pt) ice
(M) Watcha car bout
(Jt 7 Pt) dubs
(M) Watcha streets bout
(Jt & Pt) police
(M) You know we keep em out
(Jt & Pt) what
(M) You can get it
The rotten apple I bite it
The dirty bottom I hit it
If you want it come and get it get it
[JT Money]
I`m a nigga from the MIA, to the NYC
Chickens ride for me, cause the pimp I be
I got this game from the streets got game for free
Sweatin on freaks cause I play for keeps
See all them pretty ho`s high on x
The more you flex the more you get sexed
Mi where the knuckleheads don`t see life
Like all ya`ll niggas want to get 3 strikes?
I gotta problem with the police
And the streets make a nigga want to hold heat
You sayin there that black got gold teeth
And a mother from the east don`t know me
In the fame for the chasin cheese
Earsin these
Fake ass g`z
Wit the ABC`s
(For what) them niggas ain`t serious
Puttin it down with some lines for the lyricist
And I`m real with this
Game recognize game
Son play the same
But J off the chain
Tear yo ass out the frame
Don`t fuck with J
I love to spray and bust nuts ok
Ya`ll sucker boys better know somethin
When it comes to J ain`t no frontin
Till some boy run his mouth
Real niggas run in ya house
That squad you with get stuck
[Master Fuol]
I get paid to spit bars
Spendin half on a car
Half on a strip bar
Go back get a bitch
Jump back kiss myself and be like GOOD GOD!
Look paw
Come here with ya Cardio rollio
Cut yo wrist off
Pockets ripped off (stop it big dog)
I`m from where shots get licked off
(Chorus)
[Pastor Troy]
Devil`s after me
They try they best to capture me
He to young he will be the perfect causality
Actually
I don`t give a fuck MY NIGGA
Asking these pussy niggas WHAT MY NIGGA
Yellow paper
So these haters
Wanna see me die
If I kill em I`m the muthafuckin bad guy
Ask me why I don`t fuck with nobody
The same shit that fucked John Gotti
My nigga yotti on the road with me
Mister they roll with me
Come spend the doe with me
I may empties a O
Before the show
I must admit they got me gaud on that ho
Chillin
