In Da Lab (feat. Juelz Santana & Jim Jones) [Freestyle]

Uh, I blow this money like you never seen it

Felony flow you **** is misdemeanor

When I was broke I used to walk I had a rich demeanor

Shirley said I make that pussy wet that bitch Katrina

Last week I blew like 20 for the hell of it

Bloodhound I find that money just from smelling it

Pick your drug of choice, bet you I was selling it

Addicted to that money, roll a 100 start a hell in it

What! Im burning paper like im Wiz Khalif

And and if you **** can afford it I bet i'll get cheap

You know the feeling when you burn a 100 in a week

Turn a **** out just like the first time when you hit a freak

I tell them MMG Bitch or go rocks

Im slick as a witch doctor

Slick as a pick-it-pocketer

You can call me doctor

You know drop top stops

You the Top on my motherfucking beam drop

A **** in the quick seam with the tape around it

You know the hate surround it

When I come around it they scope and gouge it

Tell them **** go ahead, faces astounded

Yeah, Im so fresh that im damn near clear

Light up the blunt, please hand me a beer

Understand that a Grammy is near

But I can take the stress

And I just hate when i put the 30 up to chest

Im so off the top my brain and my hair is leaving the top of my head

I'll leave a **** dead in the bed, call him drop-dead-Fred

They better call the feds till im fed

I gotta' get my money

**** is smiling like this shit is funny

Im a smart ass **** not a dummy

Run with me or run from me

Im bout' my motherfucking paper

Chasing after these **** like some haters

That just stole it, I just stole it

Gotta' grab the ball then console them

Families, after that they like "Aw man God damn he be on some real shit"

Roaches, Ferocious shit

And after that I go and get yo bitch and get my cock sucked

And guarantee a **** fuck with me he popped up

I'll leave his brain gone, I'll leave his mane gone

And I will leave that **** whole family name on a plate in the front of a suitcase

That's in front of a cemetery, you won't chase me

Because it's off safety

Shout out to my **** Gunplay he is on par of the gang

And a part of my name spells "ruthless"

I'll leave a pussy **** toothless

I come up around the B.I.G. ****

Them keep that heat **** they real, just like me

****, they wanna' see a real G

I guarantee them motherfuckers gonna' feel me

They wanna' come and see how real that Pill be

And if they wanna stop me they gotta' kill me

From the Jets to the Penthouse

Synonymous to what my life been bout'

Kinetic energy, brain waves of intelligence is what I send out

Still in the cut doing spin outs

87 boxed up, all tinted out

Living life on the edge

Couple links that excite the Feds

Shout to Mr. Jones

It's funny how sparkling stones bring attention from these hater heads

A lot of changing faces from these Potato heads

Eyes Dilated when I sashay lifted, couple doobies in the ash tray

Cash Clay run my mouth like a swimming champion

The long bed has the pain I be dancing in

They reign with pharaohs, mirror image to the gods

My holy glory brings head nods

The only story I been bout, is control mine with no facade

The Dreaming Intuition from the streets, polititional scar

Back and forth with the pimp and gang symbolist, dope boys with the bang in their trunk

Semen tremblers, Milk City where im from with the O.B. emblems

Streets named after Indians

So wild cowboys watch where you coming in

Tomahawks with assault rifles

May Bumpin' to the next kingpin

Civil with the spiritual, the city feel