Weezy F bitch, I'm tired of ya'll hatin
I kno ya head hurtin, u Tylenal takin mothafuckaz I'm the man
Jus ask ya ol lady, like a true gentleman, I'm after yo lady
I'm a massacre waitin to happen fuck all this rappin boy
I'll get the cap and leave u with holes like a napkin mane
He gon need a napkin, no a band aid, no a damn grave
I am Rampage Jackson on a rampage step in my cage
Picture on my page, print it in a best book
Come up out my left pocket with a left hook
Mama said knock ya out, money made me block ya out
I got da game on lock, and I lock ya out
My jewelry singin like a opera house
I bought dat drop top phantom of the opera out
Get silly that's stupid man
Neva save a hoe she betta ask Soulja Boy to superman
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U can bet when I say Polo down from head to feet
Polo horses on my sheets, I get dat from Pimp C
Tall cup of DJ Screw, sittin on a pint of Big Moe
Sharper than a tac hoe, u can keep the tic toe
Yea, red scarf on my neck, red diamonds lookin like red barf on my neck uhh
Tell my beasts, nigga soo woo, cause I b with more Bs than Juju
Big bro, I'm a big dog, and ion mean fleas when I say I'm ticked off
Nigga ion never scratch, and if she trow dat pussy, big dog fetch
Paper soldiers on sum sketch dat shit
I'm a draw dat pistol make yo chest a tablet
You are jus a tad bit and I'm a whole lot
Young Money motherfucka but the money so not

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