Time to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch
Shoot the gloc till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like o'dogg
Shoot a nigga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like a roll call
Pain killers got a nigga boutta doze off
Big shit nigga talk big shit nikka
Big bread bread like a picnic nikka
Shake the whole game like the hit stick nikka
Money spread like germs get sick nigga
Yeaa,And fuck them other niggas,1 9 hundred who want I deliver
Concrete shoes wont help in the river
I dont care if you were Michael Phelps my nigga
Im higher than a mothafucka elps my nigga
Im flyer than a mothafucka stilt my nigga
Young Money shit top shelf my nigga
We the mothafucka like Milf my nigga
UhUhm,Flow like Syringes
Yea im in my mode got a code like Da Vinci
I wan in the trenches,now im in the trunk
And everybody watch your back,wen your in the front
You aint never safe stop playin with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles
Im all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles
Why thank yous,if you a hater
Im eatin,yous a waiter
Pistol on my hip,Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala,soon later
Young Tune nigga,typhoon nigga
And if you think your sweet nigga,buy a room nigga
Damu nigga,Im on my gang shit,She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin up a mothafucka blunt,stupid fruity swag like a mothafucka runt
And I be with my dog like a mothafucka hunter
Everyday of the week is the first day of the month
Audemar Piguet with diamonds in the face
Cant tell the time cause the diamonds in the face
We can get it poppin like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted,big money addict
Running this shit now Im feelin athletic
I Im on a boat bitch,gettin sea sick
Stop playin Im fresher then a degree stick
Street shit,well of course,I smoke mad weed
Im on my high horse,please dont shoot me down,i land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha,I need a massage,and when it comes to hoes man I gotta collage
Finger on the button,nigga just stuntin
If you aint the bank teller dont tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me coming
Bitch I go hard like the boy from 300
You think ya kick it,well boy we puntin
Young Money baby we the shit weak stomachs
No Ceilings.......Mothafucka
These are almost perfect or close to it...just fill in the blanks..post da corrections if their is any....oh yeaa..he Destroyed this shit
