Pearl Harbor

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees

Ghostface Killahs with degrees

In gun-ecology (Yeah)

Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Yo, you ever been face-****ed with a four-fifth?

Sweating, facial expression is stressing like 'oh shit'

That's the shit that I don't like

Non-rappin' rappers in the booth and they don't write

****in' stupid ass rappers

Acting out of their character

I shoot and stab rappers

P! What it do, nigga?

I ****s with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas

I don't weirdo with queer clothes

I share flows, when it enter your earhole

Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty

Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly

Nigga, when Sean write hard

Niggas do anything for it like Klondike Bars

Pa, I'm the greatest of all-time

How should we forget the latest with Alzheim's?

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees

Ghostface Killahs with degrees

In gun-ecology (Yeah)

Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Since, birth, I've been a fast learner, ask my earth

That's my mama, kept a burner in her purse

This murder in the first

Whatcha thought, that was the gift? That's the curse

I put everythang on it, that's 'The works'

I'm in it for the perks

'Cause it's not about the image, it's the thirst

And how they kill your image with a verse

A hater get it worse

I'm telling every member of your church

They gon' have to put your image on a shirt

'Til I finish my dessert, nobody eatin'

That's everybody, I mean anybody

I might leave somebody bleedin'

Or watch me catch a homi', even hit you in the lobby

Shotty pop ya like a molly

Probably leave you hardly breathin'

Don't try to Blaze with Johnny even if you got an army

Dirty money in the laundry

Don't ask why, I got my reasons

I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy

You can catch me in the party

Near the speaker not speakin'

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees

Ghostface Killahs with degrees

In gun-ecology (Yeah)

Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Pass any test of litmus, workout at 24-Hour Fitness

On the weekend, I'm sipping Belvedere with that citrus

My dogs is vicious, exotic nympho broad for my mistress

Life is good, live every day like it is Christmas

Happy New Year

I do what the **** I wanna do here, nigga

Splash the handcrafted Gucci

From the shirt to the shoe wear

I crush the rings out

Wife-beater tee with no wings out

I got stamina

I'll long-dick a bird 'til she sings out

La-la-la-la, Bobby Dig convert Lady Gaga

Back to heterosexual, I'm classic like Impala

Plus, I'm federal, when it comes to making dollars

Like Jiggaman, nigga, if you hear me, ****in' holla

Power rings like the Green Lantern

Last seen in a mean Phantom

In the valley of Ohio, outside the town of Canton

Or the grotty body projects in the Killa Hills of Staten

Saw a redbone in my shower

Just looking like Paula Patton

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees

Ghostface Killahs with degrees

In gun-ecology (Yeah)

Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles

Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel

Criminology, pea soup Wallabees

Ghostface Killahs with degrees

In gun-ecology

Shoot your old lady in her privacy

A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)

I'm caught up in these strong-arm robberies

Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me

Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles