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(アルバム： Bruce Wayne: Gothom City 1987 - 1997)

I bet your ho ass thought I wasn't gonna be back up in this bitch
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I don't give a fuck boy, I'm coming like a maniac
Bitch, you better ask somebody, nigga, you remember that
See, I'm a bad motherfucker with a pocket full of money
Mean mug on my face, nigga, ain't shit funny
From the D-E-T-R-O-I-T
Get a OZ, some gan and some Hennessy
You might see me on 7-Mile bumping the beat
With a big-booty freak in the passenger seat
If I wasn't slanging raps I'd be slanging the crack
But fuck that shit, it ain't about all that
See, I get money, money I got
Hoes call me honey, they feel real hot
Don't ever let me hear you say I ain't debonaire
I'm better than any young nigga out there
When I'm rocking the mic hoes stop and stare
At the nigga on stage with the nappy hair

To drug dealers, and cap peelers
And big wheelers, can ya feel me?
To drug dealers, and cap peelers
And big wheelers, can ya feel me?
To drug dealers, and cap peelers
And big wheelers, can ya feel me?
To drug dealers, and cap peelers
And big wheelers, can ya feel me?

I don't give a fuck boy, I'm gone off hydro
Can't nobody fuck with a nigga with a calico
If you think you can bring it on to the slaughter
I'm looking for that nigga who beat me fo' that quarter
Yeah, this NATAS, nigga, yeah, I'm wicked
Yeah, I'm getting paid and nah, we ain't gon' kick it
Fuck yo punk ass, booty kissing bitches I'm dissing
A nigga getting mail, so who you gon' tell?
If I sell you an eight you gon' tell the police (That's right)
They just wanna see me in the belly of the beast
I wish a young nigga could just find peace
In a life without worry and safe from these streets
People live life in the story untold
A nigga just want a fat knot to fold
You get life, no parole, for the dope I hold
A millionaire nigga still living out cold