I'm everything you ain't ever heard about
spit game, chicks say I gotta murder mouth
cause I stay killin therm hard and I ain't gotta say much
till they let me dig in they draws
the niggas a boss and you know
i don't know ya girl but my name lodged in her throat
Mr. etcetera
big bricks,big chips,big whips,big dick's inya bitch regular
cocky young dude with the mind of an old head
slim type rider that hold bread
this aim leave 5 out of 4 dead
then flip pies and abort heads, oh yes
new jeans and some old timbs
too clean with them spoke rims
who leans in a smoke Benz
new bean with an old brim
that king that beast that ring in ya dome is
-me
