I Told'm

[VERSE 1] See it's time for the break, OOP...break's over No rest for the bombs like the bombs near soldier I ain't gon rest till I get near HOVA So I won't rest till rest means over They say I'm punch drunk but I'm walking round sober Title holder, nope I never drop it Started talking money at 12, never stopped it Now windshield wipers coming out my pockets And it rains till umbrella stocks skyrocket STOP IT Please, don't go wrong, the gun start singing that N*SYNC song It just pop it, while the super flow got it Tricking, Two steps from trippin in Please pay attention cause you know this shit is Ritalin (riddling) I got a million rappers petitioning to get rid of him They sick of him, cause he in the game and they sitting in [HOOK] If they really want it I could bring it to em Just do what they ain't doing while I'm proving I'm bout to run this bitch Somebody show me something, all I'm seeings bluffing And while ya'll ain't saying nothing, man I'm... I'm bout to run this bitch [VERSE 2] Real talk when I spit, real talk or eat dick Real targets will get, headshots when I creep in The peak of the heat see they sheets while I'm sleeping Let em sneak in their last breath as I reach in I cut off the alarm, just to let em sleep in And then they sleeping, a closed coffin Cause if I hear you say something that's insulting I'm at your crib with more brothers than a Baldwin Or a Wayan's, I'm not playing saying (sane) They not saying that I'm saying (sane) But I'm super saying (sane) Saying I go Super-Saien and you get sprayed then Everybody round you got your blood to play in Midwest truth, proof of fate 1-17-11 is the current date That wasn't a filler bar man, that was the take To remind me next year my top spot was safe [HOOK] If they really want it I could bring it to em Just do what they ain't doing while I'm proving I'm bout to run this bitch Somebody show me something, all I'm seeings bluffing And while ya'll ain't saying nothing, man I'm... I'm bout to run this bitch [VERSE 3] Hype back, .45 where the knife at Oh you was sleeping? BLAOW I put you right back Guns go off there's no point in trying to fight back You won't wake up till all that's left is white rap Now here I go, was poor to the core Peeping through the windows of the money front door They keep asking what I'm curious for Mothafucka been writing since Curious George Major in Rap, but minor Economics I'm on it, beat makers cleaning up vomit I stomp it in till beat instruments combine And make another beat for me to murder a second time I'm spinning up here who gonna top him? Won't lose balance, so who gonna stop him? Swag citizens get bragging rights cause we..GOTT'M [HOOK] If they really want it I could bring it to em Just do what they ain't doing while I'm proving I'm bout to run this bitch Somebody show me something, all I'm seeings bluffing And while ya'll ain't saying nothing, man I'm... I'm bout to run this bitch