I love it

(Ha, I know ya do)

I love it

(I know ya do)

I love it You need to save all your bull*** threats and drama

For the news guy

Niggas need to act their age

And not their shoe size Spittin' it raw

Spittin' til you slip on the floor

I make you girl not want you no more

You want war? Step to your label make 'em dish out all the cash in the place before

I hafta punch somebody's ass in the face

Yo, yo, the ugliest thug never runnin' out of money in clubs

Got the crib with the African rugs Baggin' hoes by the carload, they call me Mr. Charmo

Break into their crib and disconnect the Star Alarm-o

Yo, big fish eat little fish, you little bitch

You ticklish, I push niggas up like licorice You wanna be a big baller, but you travelin'

Talk about battlin', nigga stop babblin'

Yo, when the first body touches the ground

Alot of blood gushes around, my silencer crushes the sound

Jigged out patch your glazy suits, pimpin' hoes in daisy dukes

Beatnuts flip the most amazing loot I love it

What you love, losin' with a push and a shove

Whm you think lent OJ the glove?

I love it When we bang hardcore

Make you slam on the hard floor

And do a backspin on the cardboard

I love it Show me your love, jump from 20 stories

Above so I can write my name in your blood, I love it

Why? 'Cause we own cribs, own whips and chrome rims

Bone skins with silicone tits I love it

(I know ya do, I know ya do)

I love it

(I know ya do, I know ya do)

I love it

(I know ya do, I know ya do)

I love it

(I know ya do, I know ya do) You gettin' fidgety

Thinkin' of ways of gettin' rid of me

I scream on bitches like you

You ain't *** to me I'll punch you while you talk on the phone

Walkin' alone

Park, even wait for you in front of your home

You should stop it, you can't even rhyme Seen you front like a million times

Plus your knuckles ain't fuckin' with mine

Can't live without crossing the line

Busted my nine so money if you want it just follow the sign Huh, it's the beat programmer

Flip a beat, I'll flippin' beat ya sweet old gramma

I'm in it 400%, anybody gettin' it bent

Get hit with a block of cement Yo, I stay high like a stewardess

Fuckin' with this, it's ludicrous

I just boned your bitch

Now she makin' me tuna fish I whistle you a rhyme offbeat

Try to listen every time I speak, bite my meat

Oh, that was you? Pickin' up the gold lobster

I thought you one for droppin' and poppin' the most caca Yo, I spit it with the deli in ten

I don't really care who it offend

None of you niggas is payin' my rent Yo, I hope you talk and lots of green

If not, why you stoppin' me?

Pullin' my arm, like a slot machine Yo take the money and run

Ju stay on some cowboy ***

Give me some whiskey and a fuckin' gun I love it

(I know ya do, I know ya do)

I love it

(I know ya do, I know ya do)

I love it

(I know ya do, I know ya do)

I love it

(I know ya do, I know ya do)