Thats that bullshit
Ic-don motherfucker
Da bullshit
Funk doc motherfucker
Push whips motherfucker
Na, na chill out who got the weed in this motherfucker yo?
Brick city, jersey, I got the weed homie...
Na, na, na chill, chill, chill, na, na chill nigga, where the weed at?
Its da bullshit, bullshit
Ppp nigga
Yo where the weed at fellas? what you lightin?
Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon learn
When it come to this shit, I aint about takin turns
Cuz docs in the place
The cold nigga, Im too late to thaw
Doc unfold niggas til they ribs is raw
Whether you up the ball or ride the bitch
My pens write with a vengeance and viagra in
Stay hard like the biceps when its stacked
Im gritty, I wouldnt love in a tennis match
I dont like to sign autographs half the time
I scribble my name and draw a jackass design
Calvin kleins spalled on the floor
You just got, dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores ho
I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to warn
And people at the label Im on
Crunch time, what you think the forty-four is for
When I grub I want the whole smorgasboard
Gotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts straight
Stop smashin the five and appear in the court dates
I wont ride the bike unless its c b r
Wit no tricks but a bitch itll be on next
Im still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance
Block prime scramblin, glock nine handlin
Duckin the flows of mind travelin
You heard it before, you aint sunshine anderson
Got a bomb plantin and Im ready fo mo
Bitches gettin in my party givin head at the do
All my niggas and my shortys and get high in the audience
I carry a gaudy gun, youll die in the audience
Thats the bullshit, the bullshit
We walk up in the club we on the bullshit
Thats the bullshit, the bullshit
Fondlin your bitch ass off the bullshit
Thats the bullshit, the bullshit
Brick city, brook-non off the bullshit
Thats the bullshit, thats the bullshit
Thats the- nah, nah, nah, nah, chill nigga, thats the bullshit
Yo, I put the pressure on a man without a gun in my hand
His limpin lenny turn around and then I pump from the pants
One nine in each arm, I get hot as I squeeze from it
Now hes a cheap ornament, died in a street tournament
Peep the clues, not deep wit dudes
My benz dont carry shoes cuz Im cheap as jews
But I let off this cannon bet your fleet would move
After that I tell you and what the beat to do
Fuck the visine, duck when I lean out the window
Wit a shottie wit me and myself and irene and my team
Fuck your mainstream dry off feet
Im explosive as simon in die hard 3
Now you wavin six flags like you at ga
Cuz my gun on standby like a flight delay
Sprayin water on all those whoevers hot
Take they mic, take they jewels, then them bezell, doc...
Stop ic-don, get gone, nigga Im here
Sippin a beer, 5th with the clip in the rear
Thatll lift him off his feet, make him flip in the air
I pull big guns out, like Im hittin a deer
You dont really know when trouble come
When you open your door and somebody in yo house chewin bubble gum
With double guns, cocked in each hand
Nigga you about to be buried in beach sand
I dont care if you broke or not
I dont care if you sell weed, dope, coke or not
Nigga I still smoke the glock
Give your face polka dots, yall better hope I stop
Man doom, I kidnap a classroom
Hide em in the left wing of my bathroom
Do you think you could survive all that we bring ya
Bullets, comin at ya just as long as your finger
And every, morning I linger on the corner just drinkin
Borin and thinkin, how Im bout to score with this ink pen
You better hope we blow on this rappin shit
You dont want us to go under the mattresses
Shorty lookin at me funny like I dont get bank
My house is hot bitch, I swim in my fish tank
Every car got a bar, the whole clique drink
Im a dirty nigga, nuts sweaty, dick stink
After we fuck, Im takin you to s and ds
Thats a lie bitch I am on ecstasy
I wont remember none of this when the x in me
So if you want sex for free, check for me, ic-don...