ay, ay, y’all know we poppin’ wheely sh*t. let’s see who’s really rich.
yeah i ride the beat, i’m bout to pop a wheely b*tch.
really this, i came up with on some silly sh*t.
look how good it is that show you who you’re dealin’
with. y’all illi i’m iller,
i’m from illinois. yo big shaun why don’t you call
ya chi-town boys. show me where they at i will destroy
you. ’bout to f*ck somethin’ up i might as well call
the lawyer. good music run this b*tch,
yes we do. i know you think that d*mn i wish shay would
bless me too. in the bull fight,
in the restroom, it’s best you go ‘head and kiss the
jesus piece, ‘cuz i just blessed you.
uh, in holy water issac gave shay a slaughter,
ever since the day that i opened up that midnight marauder.
now it’s gon be ya problem like a brand new installment
from the late great mr. christopher wallace.
they call us pompous, can i be honest?
honestly modesty wasn’t ever in my policy.
apology accepted, you ain’t sayin’,
shoulda said it. as soon as i did it all that bullsh*t was dead it. get it?