Ain Halves Jus Iffy

When I walk up in the piece I ain’t gotta even speak I’m a bad mama jama goddammit motherfucker you ain’t gotta like me How you studying these hoes Need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I’m sticking and licking jus mad it ain’t yours I know ya ” ll poor ya ” ll broke Ya ” ll job jus hanging up clothes Step to me get burnt like toast Muthafuckas adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don’t brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Iffy k iffy izzy oh Yeah, uh huh, okay Once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind No one gave a shit Knowing he could rap No one lifted a hands So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD and then he hit the block 50 thousand sold Seven dollars a pop Hold the phone Three years later Steeped out the swamp With ten and a half gators All around the world on the microphone Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches in the kitchen Never home alone And he’s on the grind Please let me know if he’s on your mind And respect you ” ll give me Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy Fuck, have to clear these rumors I got a headache and it’s not from tumors Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight Hard to the core Core to the right Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton Yo Sup HOe.