A Milli

[Verse 1:] Them awards rappers usually bring home I ain't get Cause I ain't shit and I ain't sell enough ringtones You can't be the King on the throne unless you mess with males I'm not a homo, so I don't expect to sell But I expect to get respect f*ck record sells If a nigga direspect me he can catch a shell But for first degree you get the death penalty Or life without the posibility Dat mean death in jail, unless you tell And rat on somebody else And put ya body on somebody else yea dat'll probaly help But if you snitch just body yourself Put the chrome to your own dome and hollow yourself Man my style so smooth dat my trial made the news I came home and spent a couple hundred thou on some jewels I'm a pimp, but I don't rock crocidile shoes I pop the tool and make a nigga crocidile food Yea [x2] Wat [Verse 2:] I'm steady grindin, steady rhymin, steady puffin Steady drinkin, steady thinkin, Steady hustlin Chicks niggas trynna get I'm already f*ckin I'm steady pipin and u steady wifin, steady cuffin Dog you just barking, talking very tough and Catch a case and start talkin like Teddy Ruxpin Homey said he had a body but he probaly bluffin He don't clap lead dat cat just a crackhead An that sh*t right thurr leave cats dead I don't fuck with that, I'm jus a haze and cognac head I used to stack bread before the heads was that big That's why you hear my music bumpin like blackheads I don't think rap dead but cats just doin it wrong I don't know wat be goin on when he doin the song I don't why he even put that verse on the song He probaly high and that shit he be doin is strong He been moved out the hood he been gone too long He don't know wats goin on that nigga cotton soft But I'm from phila we really lettin them choppers off U keep claimin u a hustler who you coppin off Or who coppin from you wat you knockin off U don't sell nothin but records nigga knock it off Your girl mock me off yea I knocked her off And ya'll start kissin like right after I dropped her off Yea The Hustler