"this is ma roll...
up n down homey, im goin 4 mine! (mine!)//
fuck ur sorry feelins, fuck ur surport, dont need em all at all cost! (cost!)//
nicca i sed this is ma show, up n down homey im gon be alright (right!)//"

This is the ups n Downs of my life//
but first i ma give u the downs of my rights...//
been out n u say u miss me? now im back, wud u try to kiss me?//
or betta off if u try to Diss me? n u talk all that dirt, just tryna piss me?//
im askin y'all, "havent i been good to you?" *low voice and talkin*//
all that talkin behind my back, how does it get to you? //
i've been patient all along, im afraid i ran out!//
just a note to warn u ('You are burned out!') *Screamin*//
i see all you been tryin is to get on ma D!ck and ryde me//
i've always thout u'sa a snitch, that doesnt suprise me!//
all that yic-yac, what-what talk, doesnt even impress me!//
pull off your pants lets c if yousa tru digga//
that love pussy like a drug dealer....//
(okay) sorry, wait a minute, did u just sed what i think u did?//
talkin bout Lil' wayne as if u dont know he runs the show now//
and all ya lil ones betta listen to his talks now!//
yeah call me a ryder, a buster, not a customer! (customer!)//
its all writen on ma body, just listenin/ readin your wack flows gets ma six packs updated!(its rated!)//
so faggots get in the line for i spit on your faces (faces!)//
coz when i talk to snitches i let it go, i bet u'll even taste my salivas like feaces! (bitchez!)//

[*back to the Hook 2X*]


kids nowadays talk alot bout grownies as if they are on their ownies//
bitch, look around... im ready to be signed with Grand Hustle, (What the Fnck!)//
yeah, call it Hit the Jack pot (jack pot!)//
like this is hustle mania, got crazy ass niccaz screamin when they win a million dollaz at the air pot (air pot!)//
still dont mind ur moves it will get u back in your wack pot!(wack pot!)//
niccaz talkin bout dropin a mixtape and they are really proud of em selves?
Gez what? Tlazy wizzle is dropin his LP next year//
but as for now im just cleanin that Brown paper bag Money...//
call me the Boss coz i own u now//
i dont snitch to the five O's but i throwe a dumb nigga like you in jail (No Bail!)//
thats if u ask me, i'll sent u back to Hell (ur bitch as well!)//

*talkin*
Shit! TS Authorised! 4 real, tru souljaz, thrilla sweapers, Tlazy & SMG, the streets!....

[*back to the Hook till the beats fades*]