Jam, they gonna flop him And Reggaeton ain't hot in the building, its okay I get it poppin' Back to the forest trees for deep, these little knees Who
measly nine shots Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose Call me Goldie, I'll smack your bitch too! [Lil' Wayne] 504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier
Def Jam, they gonna flop him And Reggaeton ain't hot in the building, its okay I get it poppin' Back to the forest trees for deep, these little knees
it's fucked up, and I don't see either one of us budging [Verse] I'm withholding my anger Though I'd like to be the strangler Of this punk ass little
Murda Inc do your thing motherfuckers You unleased on a team who expects nothing less then RnB coming from that regime Regime is a little extreme neck to neck with soldiers
little girl's name in a song again! Fuckin' punk pussy little bitch! I'll fuck you up boy! Never! Never in your muthafuckin life! I'll choke the shit outchu little
boom in the room Shit's just there, like and now your boy here [Jiz] We hot like June, gon' drop real soon let 'em know that Queens in the house We jam
this one's for fun Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces with one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard") Every little boy wanna pick up the mic and try
who we are! Got no time for waiting [Verse 1: Sabre] I'm looking for that green light, and stacks with the rubber bands Different presidents same colour, once they hear my jam
not worried about who's the bigger man Z-Ro, my nigga man, Pharoah, the Killa Klan I'm Black Mike, Network for life, ain't no realer jam (Chorus) We