Amerikaz Most Wanted Lyrics - J Lethal

I tried to tell these pussy niggas I ain't the one for the games 

.40 cal hit ya face and take ya brains out the frame 

Riding in my homie Honda, feeling like a big dog 

Smoked out to the max, tell me can you see me through the fog 

I be blowing them trees, I be smoking on that sticky 

My style is just sporadic, and my flow is kinda tricky 

Wanted by everyone, cops and bitches included 

Injecting realness to the game 'cause it's sounding too diluted 

You ain't nothing 'til you something, then every bitch gonna want a piece 

But it's money over bitches, how we do it in the east 

Now, follow as we ride 

Step to me with some bullshit, it will be a homicide 

Will I rise or fall, I think the answer is obvious 

Stronger than a locomotive, bitch it ain't no stopping this 

I shouldn't have to brag and tell you I'm the best 

Guns open up your flesh like a key to a treasure chest 

No mercy when we ride, no mercy when I bomb 

It's J Lethal's time to shine, and bitch I'm going in 

And I will not relent, I'm about to kill this beat with a murderous intent 

What you saying, what you saying, I will turn you to a memory 

White widow kush, tell 'em pour up the Hennessy 

And witness me take it to another level 

Niggas live in glass houses yet they still throwing pebbles 

I be sticking to my script, time to memorize my lines 

Like a diamond in a mine, you know I gotta shine 

The beast is the beast, I'ma let it run free 

In a Tropicana Chevy looking like some Hi-C 

I'm ill, I'm sick like a yeast infection 

Any rapper wanna go point 'em in my direction 

Got a fierce appetite, that's why I'm eating up the game 

Switching swags like clothes, I know I know no shame 

Jumping in and out of bitches like I'm on a trampoline 

I be sipping on that syrup that make my body lean 

Two twin cups, two twin blunts 

Two twin bitches and I'm about to get 'em drunk 

You know how I party, I be smoking on that skunk 

Any nigga blow my high, he gone be riding in the trunk 

I am fear-l-e-s-s, to put it mildly, I'm blessed not stressed 

And I plan to live my life, proceed progress 

I'm a true workaholic, I don't need no rest 

And I am the epitome 

You can try as you might, ain't no getting rid of me 

I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave a pussy dry 

I'm a mathematician 'cause I make the money multiply 

Am I sane or insane, or so insane I'm sane 

You need to elevate ya style 'cause you niggas sounding plain 

I'm a Eastside native, and I stay innovative 

Told my bitch to give me head and she left my dick abrasive 

Yeah, she clean it all off, have a nigga feeling good 

Roll my blunt, count my money like a real bitch should 

My words get poetic like Langston Hughes 

I'm electric on the scene, but I got a short fuse 

I'ma tear the roof off like we having a tornado 

Any boy looking stupid, place his brains on the table 

The story of my life would be money, money, money 

So don't call Jay unless ya got some for me, biatch