Da bull***, IC-Don mother***er, da bull***

Funk Doc, mother***er, push whips, mother***er

Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this mother***er, yo

Brick City, Jersey, I got the weed, homie

Na, na, na chill, chill, chill, na, na chill , where the weed at

It's da bull***, bull***, yo where the weed at fellas, what you lightin' Yo, yo, you mother***ers gon' learn

When it come to this ***, I ain't about takin' turns

'Cause Doc's in the place, the cold nigga, I'm 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 it's stacked

I'm gritty, I wouldn't love in a tennis match I don't like to sign autographs half the time

I scribble my name and draw a jackass design

Calvin Kleins spilled on the floor, you just got

Dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores, H O I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to warn

And people at the label I'm on

Crunch time, what you think the forty-four is for

When I grub, I want the whole smorgas board Gotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts straight

Stop smashin' the five and appear in the court dates

I won't ride the bike unless it's C B R

With no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next I'm 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 ain't Sunshine Anderson Got a bomb plantin' and I'm ready for more

Bitches gettin' in my party givin' head at the do

All my niggas and my shorty's and get high in the audience

I carry a gaudy gun, you'll die in the audience That's the bull***, the bull***

We walk up in the club we on the bull***

That's the bull***, the bull***

Fondling your bitch ass off the bull*** That's the bull***, the bull***

Brick City, Brook-non off the bull***

That's the bull***, that's the bull***

That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah, chill nigga

That's the bull*** 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 he's a cheap ornament, died in a street tournament Peep the clues, not deep with dudes

My Benz don't carry shoes 'cause I'm 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 *** the Visine, duck when I lean out the window

With a shottie with me and myself and Irene and my team

*** your mainstream dry off feet

I'm explosive as Simon in Die Hard 3 Now you wavin' six flags like you at GA

'Cause my gun on standby like a flight delay

Sprayin' water on all those whoever's hot

Take they mic, take they jewels, then them Bezell, Doc Stop IC-Don, get gone, nigga I'm here

Sippin' a beer, 5th with the clip in the rear

That'll lift him off his feet, make him flip in the air

I pull big guns out, like I'm hittin' a deer You don't 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 don't care if you broke or not

I don't care if you sell weed, dope, coke or not

Nigga, I still smoke the glock

Give your face polka dots, y'all 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 I'm 'bout to score with this ink pen

You better hope we blow on this rappin' ***

You don't want us to go under the mattresses Shorty lookin' at me funny like I don't get bank

My house is hot bitch, I swim in my fish tank

Every car got a bar, the whole clique drink

I'm a dirty nigga, nuts sweaty, dick stink After we ***, I'm takin' you to S and D's

That's a lie bitch I am on ecstasy

I won't remember none of this when the X in me

So if you want *** for free, check for me, IC-Don