| When the song come on hands in the air , (4x) | |
| We surfaced consumer's pre-purchase | |
| Guess who's back on the charts and he's nervous | |
| Elite service, amongst men that beat murders | |
| Fish-fillet lover, brother, don't eat burgers | |
| Rap slowest, those that hold the gats know this | |
| Biblical facts I'm about to re-enact Moses | |
| Uh huh | |
| Misery's back, I'm calligraphy on niggery tracks | |
| Epidemy, it's seems like most consider me that, literally | |
| It's like wizardry with me and the raps | |
| And getting rid of me, somebody's insecurity lacks | |
| Lucid, never biting or track boosting, it's too confusing | |
| I supply what the fiends shooting | |
| Front's is needed, I was once young and anemic | |
| 'Till I found a few players to team with | |
| When the song come on hands in the air (4x) | |
| I'm like the spring in a .45 colt pistol | |
| Know the initials I gleam like a coke crystal | |
| With most fickle, too serious to joke with you | |
| Weak lungs was too laid-back to blow whistles | |
| Far away and two cellphones with calls waiting | |
| Parlaying two red-bones and I'm more patient | |
| Spreeing on the form's fragrance | |
| Leaving stores on every floor evermore vacant | |
| We all chasing the thoughts of assort places | |
| Bringing serenity back from all the court cases | |
| And lost races, chose to expose little | |
| Rap rugal, cockback smack your screw's loose | |
| Axe Noodles rose amongst who ever | |
| A Jewel tellers smooth fellas | |
| Elders schooled me to do better | |
| When the song come on hands in the air (4x) | |
| O's kept, dice out, no bets | |
| Lights out, I'm a Vet, y'all no threat | |
| Piped out, something stretch, it's cold sex | |
| Nice house, run around, in old sweats | |
| Can't see me, don't try it, can't be me | |
| Won't tire, y'all cowards can't leave me | |
| Locked in, flow-wise I'm top ten | |
| Hop in, low-ride, I'm not him | |
| Hold heavy, it's hot, hope glow's ready | |
| So deadly, this is not Hov' and Kelly | |
| We hog tie 'em, nothing's plated, dark iron | |
| The god's rhyming, thru the conduit the car's flying | |
| Coke wit it, the doe did it, hoes get it | |
| Unstable, still able to blow digits. | |
| When the song come on hands in the air (5.5x) |
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