| [00:02.281] | I brought the lighter too |
| [00:07.038] | I got it with me this time |
| [00:10.526] | Yo (Soul!) sinister literature |
| [00:14.344] | Read my riddles it'll get rid of ya quicker than ritalin |
| [00:16.490] | Red bones leave me with a ridden dick, how real is this? |
| [00:19.731] | Think of sinnin' man's cinema, sweet |
| [00:21.778] | Til the servant serves you the vinegar, it's deep |
| [00:24.897] | Simple as finding algorithms and statistics |
| [00:28.021] | Walking with your children in the red light district |
| [00:30.254] | Look at me, dancing with Alori's ghost |
| [00:32.951] | Hope I don't got two left feet, you know I love you mama! |
| [00:36.355] | Keep my ear to the street, concrete jungle |
| [00:39.306] | At the top dog eat dog homie, stay humble |
| [00:41.967] | If it'll be it'll be, damn straight |
| [00:45.056] | My plan A was to beat up a beat |
| [00:47.496] | Put words together like Scrabble, dazzle a audience |
| [00:51.008] | At first it sounded like babel, but now it all makes sense |
| [00:54.001] | I brought it 'round full circle for y'all squares |
| [00:56.578] | Bad to the bone, you goody two-shoes couldn't compare, yeah |
| [00:59.958] | If fair is fair I'm the air |
| [01:01.525] | Not next to the king, but what you breathe |
| [01:03.666] | You may not see, but believe me I'm there |
| [01:05.989] | This inspiration, I been here before |
| [01:08.176] | I'm on my 777th incarnation, Soul |
| [01:10.076] | I H-A-T-E Y-O-U |
| [01:22.737] | Wake up and read about my capers in the Sunday papers |
| [01:26.320] | Young Vincent Vega |
| [01:28.009] | Got a date with Uma Thurman later |
| [01:30.459] | Prescription drugs run through the arteries |
| [01:32.455] | Tell myself, this what a god should be |
| [01:34.411] | The engine run, don't need no starter key |
| [01:36.451] | Pray the lord, the devil pardon me |
| [01:38.515] | Immortal partially |
| [01:40.278] | I tell Benson to pull up through the portal just so he could f*ckin' toss the piece |
| [01:43.877] | No traces, no faces, beat the court cases |
| [01:46.463] | Cowboy like I'm Troy Aikman |
| [01:48.763] | Walk in the bank, yolk up the teller, tell him crack the safe |
| [01:52.219] | Grab the case, then ash the blunt in the bastard's face |
| [01:55.358] | Then evaporate |
| [01:56.793] | Don't got no time to waste, more than I make it seem though |
| [01:59.719] | Gettin' paid for spittin' mean quotes |
| [02:02.301] | Backflip off a motherf*ckin' speed boat |
| [02:03.928] | Land on a dolphin, laser on his head just in case I see a shark fin |
| [02:08.265] | I do it often, lay in your coffin |
| [02:10.188] | N*ggas better off, my b*tches draped in terrycloth |
| [02:12.898] | I'm a idol for every boss, you been a fraud |
| [02:15.824] | I play the track and bet a rack on the horses |
| [02:18.583] | With an Iraqi b*tch, her features is gorgeous |
| [02:20.763] | I did all this, n*gga |
| [02:22.304] | Smell the scent when I walk in the room n*gga |
| [02:25.379] | Cause if you ain't know, it's money n*gga |
| [02:27.486] | Every dollar, every day gettin' fast money, you motherf*ckin' know |
| [02:32.375] | I H-A-T-E Y-O-U |
| [02:44.611] | Like, f*ck you |
| [02:45.692] | I write the raps on a roof in January, I'm by the pool |
| [02:47.867] | Just left New York, I'm on the road for the chips |
| [02:50.191] | These Jordan 6's, been everywhere |
| [02:52.705] | Could bet he there there if the 'fetti near |
| [02:54.917] | Posted at the function with the Henny stare |
| [02:57.121] | 3 quarter length on the jacket smooth as a fingeroll |
| [02:59.774] | I ship the blow out in cicero |
| [03:02.074] | I smoke the Frieza, count the Piccolo |
| [03:04.362] | Pinkie ring right under the mistletoe, like kiss it ho |
| [03:06.803] | Bend her over and send her home |
| [03:08.836] | I mix the oxtail sauce right on the rooftop |
| [03:10.988] | Cookin' apron and tube socks, came a long way from blue tops |
| [03:14.168] | Sh*t a couple more shows I'm fit for a new drop |
| [03:17.097] | But they wantin' what you got, ride around with that ooh-wop |
| [03:20.312] | For the n*ggas that think I'm slippin' |
| [03:22.446] | Like the cats that murdered Harold |
| [03:24.053] | Ran and blammed him asked him if he needed help, heartless |
| [03:26.783] | For a piece of wealth like there couldn't be peace and wealth |
| [03:29.292] | The piece is felt right beneath the belt, stealth |
| [03:31.724] | Left the courthouse, sold the rocks in my dress socks |
| [03:34.876] | 9-5 finna be more burner blunts at the rest stop |
| [03:38.061] | Met the connect by the dock he sported the dreadlocks |
| [03:40.583] | Jordans was dead stock |
| [03:42.692] | I never once shook his hand, it's nothin' but head nods |
| [03:44.989] | Yeah we keep it classy |
| [03:46.817] | The whip is clean, but the seats is ashy, snazzy |
| [03:49.167] | Make your b*tch boof a quarter, hit the border |
| [03:52.634] | Take a sh*t just to serve the order, Porter |
| [03:56.077] | I H-A-T-E Y-O-U |