H.H.E.H.

Ay Lo, run to the fridge and pop that other bottle of Cris homey
Im off the ***** but Im back on my juice *****
Pour me up an ounce and a couple of th epurps
As I skate through the city in that black cuatro
You fake Willies frontin like you got dough until I prove em its not so
I ******ne like a brand new penny from that Franklin Mint
That black Masi, it dont make no cents/sense
But to drive and make dollars, your pockets flat like tires
Your money still ALL SLOW like new drivers
I pop more than the collar
You *****z poppin cheap-ass bottles of Moet
That bull******t Chandon, that little chick on your arm be long gone
When she recognize a real don
Im in the club in the cut sippin on aged grapes
Laughin at them brolic car thieves, in their slim-ass jeans and Bath Apes
Lookin half gay, halfway out of the closet
You dont believe me, ***** ask Sway
What the ***** is that? You *****z need to be slapped
Whoever co-signed bein a sucker wasnt stacked
HHEH !
HHEH!

Uhh, sit back, relax, lets rap for taste
Track 10 from the fits, peep my old head face
You see if real *****z respect it, the ******s gon rep it
Im guessin, thats why this bull******t keep progressin
But I aint stressin, ***** class in session
Im here to teach you a lesson like KRSn
'Criminal, Minded, youve been blinded'
Lookin for a ***** like Sig, you wont find it
Im a dinosaur~! You *****z more like
What I look for in a whore, heh, ******!
Nuttin more, nuttin less, Im nuttin to second guess
Im him, point blank period, the end
When Im long gone , they gon dig up my bones
And study my poems and learn I was MORE than the gun in the song
Even though I spit a gat
Quicker than I spit a rap, now go head sonny, run along
HHEH!
HHEH!

Now when that sizzurp in my system, aint no tellin
Will I bust that four-fifth and, catch another felon
Im a thug by blood, not just off drugs
Even though I love, that purple mug
UHH, drunk off syrup, perks and zanees
Spit a word make a bird lose her skirt and her panties them
I know its been a while, since I left a stain on your brain
Gave you some game that you can gain from
Im here to end it now
Break the cycle of that bull******t same ol same, that these lames run
Its a shame its they names where they came from
These *****z fly-by-nights, they couldnt fly my kite
Tie my shoes, lace my boots
They money run short, they couldnt chase my loot
Paper small like Coupes, Im that Sport sittin butter soft
He nothin but a boss - who? Me - Sig, but of course
HHEH!
HHEH!