(feat. Royce Da 5'9"). . [Verse 1: Havoc]. One for my troubles, two for the money. Haters feeling some kind of way and I don't give a fuck, B. Take the good with the bad, toastin', raisin' my glass.
I smoke good like a Rasta mon. All around me I'm on point like a octagon. I'm the optimum. I'ma be eatin' until my belly stick out as far as the Octomom.
I've been trying so hard. To erase the scars. Of living this life. On the boulevard. (Oh on the boulevard). . Every morning Kenny wake up 'bout 5 am. And jog about seven miles before class start.
Intro. Lets Go. I'm jus playin' wit ya'll niggas. Female Speaking. Lets Go. I'm jus playin wit ya'll niggas. Mr. Porter!. . Uh, Right off the rip nobody can fuck wit me.
You gotta go, you, you gotta go. You, you, gotta go, you gotta go. Down the way. You gotta go, you, you gotta go. You, you, gotta go, you gotta move but I wanna.
You get more for your money when you fuck Mr. Porter. . As long as I got my pen, I don't need a friend,. We got ears that we each lend each other,. My brother just hollered at me at ten.
Maybe it started with Slaughterhouse, or was it tour life?. Maybe it wouldn't had started at all if I had your life. Maybe it was needed or was I thinking immorally.
Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff. I'm feelin like the best, nobody - bring it back. Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff. I'm feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us.