Da da da da
Da da da da(mc's)
Da da da da
Da da da da(yaah)
Yaah(say what) (8x)
Break my joint cut my tongue off if i aint tight
Put a bullet in my head take my life and let me die
If i aint fie
Cut me up feed me to the roaches let me rot up
If i dont rot
Let me go to hell burn sizzlin and simmer
If i dont deliver
Pull my hair out
If i sell out
Bury me on my stomach without no droors on at all
If i dont go off
Or either lethal injection or straight electricity
Let the garbageman pick me up and then get rid of me if i loose
Creativity
Let me get forced into sexual activity
Let me get turned put by fish stank freaks if i dont fall to the
Upmost of my ability
Take my head if i say there aint no feelin
Stop sellin my record,give me the money back,nigga if i dont sell at
Least a million
Cut my dick off if i get down
Dont get off
Crush my spine and cave my chest in
If i cum under a nymphovestin
If i aint bad for my age,and kick half my size
Close my fuckin eyes
If you can stop me from saying or
Keep me from playin
Yaah(say what) (15x)
Da,da,da,da
Snamp my pencil,dislocate my fingers,and jam my thumb
I aint gonna write nomore,tear my favorite strip clothes
If it dont explode
Take my bless,baptized,holy ghost,christian soul
If it take left in the year of playin my records and tapes before
Theyt can say my shit ole
Or if it dont,bang,take me out the game,call me out my name,
Put me out my house, beat me out my chain
Let em leave my bomb,and tell em i received my doom
When i'm dead,read bitch ass nigga in the ground,written across my
Tomb
Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees dont bloom
Put me in a sunny cause my air supply give these niggas breathing room
And for when i'm broke and poe
For a door maid roland,think guess lets make a movie
Turn my body on oprah,erase my fuckin vocals,
Burn my fuckin notebooks,take my fuckin tapes from me
And give it back to golden,i quit,my career is over
Turn me upside down and hang me from my scrotum
Da,da,da,da(mc's)
Da,da,da,da(say what)
Da,da,da,da(mc's)
Da,da,da,da(say what)
Yaah(yaah) (8x)
Give em my post office application it i aint hip for rap nuttin
If yo ass aint(shit)and yo hands aint(clap)
Take my happiness if its just so happened that it aint evenin
Happening
Let something happen to me if i aint hardcore at its maximum
Flip the dodge and change the channel
If i cant handle it
Forgive me if i leave this bitch before i put my fuckin grammy on the
Map
Let my next 50 concerts get canceled
If you scard to front my camera then take my fuckin talent
Take me from my family,sneaked me back on me if i dont represent
Louisianna
Chop my fist if i aint the prince
Bitch keep me beggin if i cant keep up wit the presidence
If i dont run circles ya'll leave me without gas
Let my mama benz catch for flat tires
"chorus"