Take A Picture

[Intro]

Fresh from overseas, man

Fresh outta JFK, man

And I hear all the bullshit goin' on, nigga

Ain't nobody eatin' this Summer, second quarter, third quarter, fourth quarter

[Verse]

Ay, this here is a little more than a mixtape so maybe I'll perform it, uh

The whip shine like it's baby oil on it

I honk the airhorn at them bitches on the street

Heyy, remember me

The one you call a creep

Now my weed so sweet, I hit it and fall asleep, wake up, roll up again, I get it and bought it cheap (Uh)

Now you showin' off jewelry you couldn't afford to keep (Haha)

And he won't show his face so I'ma hook him on the beat

I'm a animal too, I put the hammer a do

Make you feel like you need one so I ran with it too

[Intro]

I'm Back

Fresh from overseas, man

Fresh outta JFK, man

And I hear all the bullshit goin' on, nigga

Ain't nobody eatin' this Summer, second quarter, third quarter, fourth quarter

[Verse]

Ay, this here is a little more than a mixtape so maybe I'll perform it, uh

The whip shine like it's baby oil on it

I honk the airhorn at them bitches on the street

Heyy, remember me

The one you call a creep

Now my weed so sweet, I hit it and fall asleep, wake up, roll up again, I get it and bought it cheap (Uh)

Now you showin' off jewelry you couldn't afford to keep (Haha)

And he won't show his face so I'ma hook him on the beat

I'm a animal too, I put the hammer a do

Make you feel like you need one so I ran with it too

In blue, now all of a sudden I'm back and my shit buzzin'

The broads the kids the bloods and the crips love him

Cousin, we got the city on smash

When I'm at the stop like they put titties on the glass

I'm the leader of the class, the heat is in the stash

I don't read up on a pass, I dictate the future (Uh)

Millennium boy, they just can't get rid of ya boy

I chuck 'em the deuce and get in the toy

These niggas better start actin' right (Yeah)

I ain't rap too tight (Yeah)

I'll leave ya head red and white like a apple bite

[?] I got a fat nigga's appetite

Pass through the traffic light (Uh), smash on the coppers like voom

The punchline kid is back, nigga

Look what my punchlines did for rap

Inspired the new jacks, that's why they sound like that (Yeah)

Wear they chain damn near to the ground like that, uh (Yeah)

The game you see now, shock me 'cause he's a punk, two niggas in one like Shock G and Humpty Hump

It's on now, you got to pop me to shut me up

Slugs missed ya, we ain't mad at cha, lucky duck

We can go hoe for hoe or cut for cut (Yeah)

It won't be the first time y'all better toughen up

Radio is all messed up, now what the fuck is that? (That)

Y'all gave 'em all of them spins and got nothin' back

Save yourself the studio time and pump a pack (Yeah)

Or punch a card, you scream help once you starv

I go upside ya head, you'll see a bunch of stars (Yeah)

And yellow moons, I'm ballin' with a plush garage (Yeah)

I'm Hugh Hefner all over when it come to broads (Uh-huh)

Even the ones that can't fit in hump the cars (Yeah)

[Outro]

Haha

I'm back

I can't wait to see you niggas in the street

I can't wait to see you niggas go to sleep

I can't wait to see you niggas six feet

Underground, fuckin' with me now