I'm a monster, monster, shrimp and lobster
Raging gang, don't mess with you imposters
Paula, Paula, Kenny and Paula
She next top model, my * it won't fall off
Monster, monster, shrimp and lobster
Raging gang, don't mess with you imposters
Paula, Paula, Kenny and Paula
She next top model, my * it won't fall off
Hello world, let me introduce ya
To a gang that's building me shusha
Abuse ya, blow white poocha
Seven to spleen,
I'ma make the streets slurry Jean
We're a team,
see the dragon in the sky It's just like a dream,
hundred thousand dollar
cost per scene Bitches scream,
roll out the red prop and
pop the bottle some more I'm getting money like Johnny Depp and blow
You ain't no cash making I gotta bitch that speech you're making
Play the wrong card nigga and your life be taken
Suicidal time twisting nigga kicking up my metaphors
Lay him on his back,
hopefully he'll see heaven door
Shame on you, I tried to put this game on you
But you took the other route,
saw the brains on you
This introduction leads to multiple
guns busting It's regime mobster nigga,
end of discussion
Techno-tation,
thug nation Sipping white wine up in crustacean
Young and restless,
30 G's for the necklace Some trip on
with eggs in the sunrise for breakfast
300 for the wallet,
500 for the glasses One dollar,
two dollar for the bitches to shake
they asses Smash to magic,
we can creep and kick it
with the masses She dollars,
we holla for zero dollars to
mash it Amazing how the women they keep gazing
I stay cream,
way beam,
repping that regime Technique's yuck,
get these bucks and feed
much KC's nuts and we bust with B's up
MC true killer,
let's see who realer Tryna run up in Tyra,
Bit Angza,
Bijou,
Phillips
Yadda,
leaners but better than niggas I keep my medicine,
rapping,
rocking,
regretting
Haters so let us in
Abarque bread by smacking the lady Tried some dope like crack,
good back in the
80s Crazy gang nigga, *, pay me
I ain't changed clothes cause I'm hustling crazy A day in the
life of what G's do Put up in the Benz the same color as beef stew
This is see-through,
the streets we freak through We eat the feet too,
this beef is leaf too Rest in peace T-shirts on your peeps too
Devils rejects,
piranhas that eat you The llamas that read you,
your mama won't see you The drama,
the sequel,
the karma,
the evil
I'm a monster,
monster,
shrimp and lobster Raging gang,
don't mess with your imposter
Baller,
baller,
Kenny and Paula See next top model,
I * won't follow
Monster,
monster,
shrimp and lobster Raging gang,
don't mess with your imposter
Baller,
baller,
Kenny and Paula See next top model,
I * won't follow
Boy, you done ripped enough for this O.A.
* It's music, monster, you so sick
You're spied by Kush Gunja,
I take the * They can stain on your brain,
feed them a clip Straight inside,
I want to wrist like the princess cut me *,
I bleed the streets,
the block is in me Real heavy on the
pedal till the tank is empty 550 the Benz,
I'm flying the Spur Bentley Got money like those
who wear platinum Young rich famous in your
hood with the bright lean 20 carats in the bezel,
50 in the band The way things look,
I'm a hundred grand Just like dirty money off the rubber band
Scale 100,000 grams,
got that come up flow Triple up the blow,
sway it back and forth
Watch my money glow
I'm big though, got that Range Rove, cop that
Push the motherfucker to California, fly back
Pizza drop top, six trim, Paula, buy that
Yokohama run flat tires, homie, try that
Roll up,
top back,
ass up,
drop that Haters out here shooting my posters up,
knob
lack Duracell loading them toasters up, pop back
Catch a bitch leaving the strip joint in car jack
I'm more money than ya,
100 more shits ya I ain't trade the hustle from rap money till
this ya Got my first pizza for show money,
my tents
ya High school tents ya, nah nigga my tents
ya Baby sitter wants to get whole money, I'm
with ya Bitches know me dirty,
they know dummy,
I'm
sissy ya Reggine mob nigga, this my tents ya
Whole clique papered up like yuck with them paper cuts
Quantum leap,
I'm sharp as piranha teeth I'm the chief,
I don't fly like marijuana
leaves Cock and squeeze,
I shoot it how the dons do
it Stack up chips, like in Zion noodles, then
watch LeBron Greenstone's Roman numerals
My aura got a crack smoke aroma to it
Trillia cut Reggine chain from Italy It's all on a bitch,
a whole wing pimping me
Elegant thug stuck in a penitentiary
Prisms and penance reflecting my pains and
my misery Lips are seats in the coupe,
the engine in
the trunk The 9-0 wake mean,
the Griffin in the front
The bitches wanna *,
I'm clean cut I'm colorful,
beautiful,
musical classic
Like the Zell's and Dookie Rhoades,
moving rhymes like Doe Say it freezes to illness,
my mouthpiece
work for cool million,
I'm a mobster Monster,
monster,
shrimp and lobster
Reggine gang gon' mess with your imposters Baller,
baller,
Kenny and Paula
She next top model,
I * it,
won't bother Monster,
monster,
shrimp and lobster
Reggine gang gon' mess with your imposters Baller,
baller,
Kenny and Paula
She next top model, I * it, won't bother
I'm a VIP,
sipping seraphine,
chilling in the Caribbean
Smoking hella green,
selling cream like the Dairy Queen
Backing a thousand,
y'all do is very thing Rocking heavy bling and there's money over
everything Hills,
perp,
promethazine,
amphetamines
At the candy shop,
boxed up like jelly beans I'm so fly,
I'm so hot,
need a pair of wings
And a pair of jeans are called smoked in your wedding ring
I'm the iPhone,
y'all niggas sidekicks I'm psychic and I predict gold like a pirate
I put that on my daughter Isis,
my flow the nicest
I Sean Carter part of my album and
didn't write * I used the force,
Jedi mind tricks In line with the stars and
spiritual diviners from God Ride with the mob,
dragons had it on my arm So for life,
it's the mob,
I'm the * third lord Never been on a Pac album,
made steel balling When them haters forgot about them,
record sales falling Death row was rock bottom,
niggas must forgot about them Record deals rock,
I done went nine shot them Bounce out,
niggas just talk about them All the * hating,
brought the hood and the block out of
them Still drop the hardest double digits
I'm on the album and B.I.G.
And it's my last * rap-a-lot album
I'm five thousand, nigga