From the recording Million Dollar Baby (flow)
Texas Hardknocks Music Group
Scorpion Alumni
Lyrics
Back up in it
Lika fucking weggie
And like the adverb
My niggas already
Keep a color pencil
For these sketchy niggas
Cut the beat up why
You know the flow machete
Not to mention deadly
Call the pallbearer
I'ma pick where a nigga left off
Niggas soft ass cotton
Wit the tag hanging
Fuck with me
& turn em into a dinner cloth
Fuck them other sets
This shit for the set
Thk my nigga know yo alphabets
I know my rights from wrong
But I ain't never that
So nigga come correct
Or get yo nikes checked
Million Dollar Baby with the pacifier
I get that pussy wet
& hang it out to dry
Still the Realist nigga
You done ever seen
They like Amen nigga testify
& I'm undefeated
I'm the reason why yo bitch conceited
I'm the reason why the summer jumping
Niggas eating & waiting to be seated
But I don't get the recognition for it
They always call them
Pussy niggas for it fuck it
Money piling in the dresser drawer
& ima bought to go & cop
Another drawer
On the road with the track & trailer
Hogging all the lanes
To the fucking paper
Middle finger to these fucking haters
Cut they lights off & shoot the generator
If the candy sweet
I'll take it now & later
If you the bomb
I got the detonator
I'm the 1 thru 10 lika calculator
& yo lady giving skull head
Lika Oakland Raider
You gotta excuse a nigga
I get Hyphy Bay
From the dirty let me tidy up the place
I sprinkle bitches with E40 water
Big Tymer
& we aint selling clocks today
My potna finally gave his rocks away
& he just started on the block today
He say another shipment in
It's on the way
He called the relator
& got his self a place
Got his license right
& toss the burners up
Copt the F&N and close the oven up
He took the winter off
And went to Carol city
& got it 2xpopping like some chewing gum
Now we back up in it
Bout to do the dash
I put belt to ass
If ya touch the stash
See me out in public
Show me love
& get autograph & a photograph
Fuck them other sets
Quiet on the set
Thk my nigga
Place a fucking bet
I know my rights from wrong
But I ain't never that
So nigga come correct
Or get yo engine checked
Million Dollar Baby
I'm the late recruiter
I address you niggas
Then I'll hit the movers
Fuck a tie my nigga
We gone win it all
But watever suit ya is the karma sutra