STARRCADE 97

One eye open like cyclops Ran out of work hit the trap spot 44 tucked in the boot Hash oil all in the coupe I ain't got a coupe I'm almost out of sauce with it Bitch I'm almost out of sauce I can't take a loss Fuck Hugo I'm a boss (Boss) I got the juice (Yeah) City on my back (On my back) Like it's a noose, yeah You been stealing swag I don't approve I been in my bag I got the truth, yeah Rollie on my arm But not like you You gon' end up dead (What) Out on the news, yeah 'Cause you're a moor Fighting these demons and Gods ('Cause you're a moor) (Oh, I see it) Yeah (Whatever) (Yeah) I can't pay no taxes I can't pay no taxes I can't pay my taxes Fuck these taxes man Fuck, fuck these— Still, all night Double park the PT Cruiser I am feeling like the ruler On the beat I am the bruiser I'm just a star I'm gon' run it up I am just saying I swag on 'em I had to bring out that bag on 'em Won't let 'em make me no sense But I make dollars I don't make no cents Rip something real quick for the niggas on the Westside Ay, you hear the beat, yeah nigga down on the Weststide Bunch of motherfuckers hating, ay I ain't here for debating, uh I am so hot when I'm whipping Niggas be thinking I'm Cajun, uh These motherfuckers been plotting for days But I swear that- hold on fuck it wait All that money been spent Real nigga tryna pay the rent Ay, I didn't think it would be so weird Spitting dice, spitting in the middle of the suburbs With white people folks here DJ Snitch Bitch in the mix