Stop It

"Yeah, this one of them joints right here....feel this...." I got the World in my World in my clutches Gettin' smoked, twirlin' dutches Jingle everywhere I go, girls wanna fuck this Fly guy, I'm'a die high smokin' my lye Be on the low, can't find me, why try? Ends I'm holdin' 'em Chumps with no dough? heads I'm rollin' 'em Sportin' Cartier glass frames with the gold in 'em What, done it, cop the Benz Six Hundred If I ain't gettin' blunted I'm probably in some chicks stomach Lustin', ya'll ain't my girl, we only fuckin' Out two lifestyles on cause one joint be bustin' Shootin' thug sperm, what the deal boo Give you little welts and rug burns plus a meal too Chorus - Hey yo, stop it, if ya'll think ya'll gon' make a profit, take ya eyes Off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in The closet, late night you might see me creepin' through your projects (Repeat) Verse 2: How you livin'? plenty Limos mansion, Twenty windows Menage Trois nymphos, smokin' cigars with indo Mega large'n far from some crab nigga starvin' Get money plus be robbin', push cars thats foreign Crisp gear on, rapid flip Heron Yo, to Hell with some Beer, me and my crew share Don I be icey, known for hittin' chicks like ya Wifey Now you don't like me, playa hatin' nigga bite me You gabless, I'm established, livin' lavish Until I perish me and my crew gon' get cabbage And thats that, publishin' from ASCAP My ass rap, but FEDS still flash that Chorus 2X Verse 3: In the N.Y. electric chair, here Men fry New kids flippin' pies, fuedin' with different guys I'm on the rise, low key, baggy Karl Kani's Flexin' on the celly, skully over my eyes Street wise, got ties to crime thats organized Never took no shorts so you oughta recognize Tote tecks, sport a icey Rolex Picture Gruff spendin' one night with no sex Shit, all these dames know Gruff got bread Be puffin' mad lye, I stay bloodshot red Like a Maxi, I ain't got no paper so don't ask me Bitch caught the vapors said I raped her, tried to tax me Stop it, if ya'll think ya'll gon' make a profit Keep ya eyes off my pocket All I wanna do is knock it I got a wife just keep it in the closet Late night you might see me creepin' through ya projects, yo... Chorus 2X Word, these girls is crazy yo....gold diggas, always somethin' they Wanna hold from a nigga, you know? Ain't fuckin' with these Chicks...these bitches is sour