andrew

Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich// I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks// And I'm all about expandin my chips// You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch// with both hands on her tits// Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart// I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp// A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park// Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark// Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin// You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin// I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest// I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best// I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you// be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop// Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked// or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock// I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you// Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you// Fuckin punk, you ain't a Leader what? Nobody Follow-ed you// You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you// You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit// Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick// And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up// Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up// Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up// before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed// Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread// And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head//