The Saga Continues

Yeah, can you hear me?

Yeah

There's certain things in life that you can stop

And there's certain things in life that can't be stopped

Let's go

And now

For your

Bad, bad boys

Staring that dog

Y'all **** still talking?

Oh, you got a little name, little fame, little fortune

What you have is a portion

About the size of the hats in the back of of my Porsche and

So you better use caution

Knowing I'm the boss and I'm sittin' on thermos, flossin'

I don't really gotta toss in

I could get lots in, sit back, living off endorsements

I'm a pro, kid

Why you acting like you don't really know, kid?

And your records are broken

Through the fame and the stardom

Making my mark on Harlem like Poe did

I said, here's your eviction notice

But you probably already know this

I don't mean to be greedy but turn on your TV

Or pick up a CD, PV

This is gruesome

**** always grab that mic can talk

Like they really gonna do something

What's wrong with you, son?

Oh, you got a new gun

Do you know how to use one?

That you live in an illusion

Living in the used one

While I'm in the Limited, cruising

You ain't really gotta cruise, son

You given them amusement

Fuck what your comic views meant

You's a smoke head

I've been doing this shit since pre-K

Broke breads with the coke heads

Been down, still I get around like a **** with broke legs on a moped

I said, I'm a top gun like gossip

Run and get your CD and toss it

Gossip, lotta **** got lip

But they ain't got hot yet, so they got that

Why **** fly like that

Know they ain't fly like that

**** get fry like that

And you don't wanna die like that

Have your mama crying like that

It's sounds all lat

I'm really gonna ride like that

Still in the block, I move pods like that

Never in my life dealt with guys that rap

In fact I leave a **** when his eyes are sad

Swole up, y'all **** betta hold up

Any **** that roll up, get fold up

'Bout to get primped up and get sold up

Every **** I fuck with, **** is grown up

We don't play games

Get on the stand, say names

What we do is cock back, spray flames

**** fuck us, **** hustle with game bangs

**** try to use their muscle to bang, bang

You fight it, I'ma put a crease in your jaw

Might catch me squeezing the fall

My **** I go to war

And if **** want the Rod, you still gotta come in a storm

Y'all never had a runner before

With a license to outlaw

Credit get a sass smashing

OP shit, there's no focusing

Give **** what they suppose to get

I pose the click

I send fire close to six

Quick fellows, that'll come close your shit

**** stay with the frozen wrists

Now smoke all big Benz with the top broke off

I'll fix your face, we back on the paper chase

Never left, so I ain't gonna take your place

Fuck the fake buggers, **** that ain't notice the bread winner

Three six five, I stay focused

They never stop

They never stop

One of the greatest team that ever lived

It's like in our blood

You gotta be born this way

Bad boys, baby