GOD

Whoo!
Yo, P-Hab, you know how to get up on this one, man
Yeah, you know how we do it (fuck nigga, I'm here nigga)
Tony Yayo!

We went from—welfare to well-fed
Put them kingpin sharks, got me duckin' the feds
Yo, my ghetto hood pass is perfectly legit
Four-fifth on my hip, ready to spit
When I aim that shit and firmly squeeze
My bullets have you burnin' like STDs

Fuck Fat Jero, Fat Jero, fat fuckin' bastard
Fuck him, fuck that motherfucker, fuck that stupid shit

Yo, P-Hab
You know how to get up on this one, man
Yeah, you know how we do it (fuck, nigga, I'm here, nigga)
Baja!

We went from—welfare to well-fed
Put them kingpin charts, got me duckin' the feds
Yo, my ghetto hood pass is perfectly legit
Four-fifth on my hip, ready to spit
When I aim that shit and firmly squeeze
My bullets have you burnin' like STDs

Nigga, my bricks doin' cartwheels, watch how the dogs bail
I'm like Avon, Marksville
I ruin my challengers, screwin' them
Salads boy, I rock more ice than the Bruins and Islanders
The world's my catwalk, and God's my designer
Omega Superstar, still holdin' on that llama
Pushin' that beaver, holdin' that Nina
Boy, I leave you fucked up like Bush left Katrina

You can catch me in Bed-Stuy, 5-5-1
Got that triple five on me, five shots in my gun
Yeah! Woo!

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Writer(s): Rebecca St. James, Tedd Tjornhom
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