Artist: Rocks the World f/ 40 Glocc, Born, Champ Diva, Littles, Riggamortis, Shells Album: Rocks the World MC's Song: Get Live Typed by Davida.b. [Intro: Born] Oh baby, exclusive, Rocks The World, Big Shells Littles, Champ and Riggamortis, 40 Glocc and Big Born Alumni, baby! I'm gon die, ya'll better spin this like 20's on the strip [Shells] Look you boys is crazy, the game got a problem for real Plus Shells pack heat like foaming grills What you know about a cadillac with lift up doors All thirty two inch rims sitting on a six four Look, chicks give me play automatically now Cus my (dick) get jaded like a rainbow now I'm always fronting in a ride, I can't stay in the movie I let the top off like chicks in scary movies Forget about where you reppin holmes Cus I'll put a hole in your head like a peep hole And you can tell that this kid gon make it Cus I was getting ass when my neck was naked Now they see the tool, lotta cash, lotta jewels Earings look like two swimming pools I blast tools, I ain't never killed a man But you can be the first left spinning like a ceiling fan [40 Glocc] Glock spit shells, yeah that's my name You see we hold heat like pots and pans And the block so hot, look at the cops, they got tans Ya'll don't stand a chance when the barrel's at ya Bump this in your jeep or your ghetto blaster I don't ghostwrite for niggas, my name ain't Casper Except the fact that you a lame bastard I'm trying to get cake and get out the game faster Clowns swing from my balls like a circus master Poppin off at the mouth will get you hurt alot faster When I launch off missles straight from NASA All you weak ass wannabee me rappers [Champ Diva] Yeah yeah yo, pretty thuggin all rude Look at my grill I'm a bitch with a nigga attitude Quick to knock the next contender out of line I'm one of a kind and I don't like to waste no time Get a hop and hip to this shit, let's make it pop Tear the roof off this mutha, there ain't no stoppin I'm hot to def, I rolls with Mef Light it up, smoke it till there ain't none left Now who's the best, holding down the title the belt You want the drama? Man I'm going out for self Don't need no help, so thirsty I taste blood Feel the tentions and watch it, don't show no love Haer no evil, that's how some turn to thugs Get my drift, but not right before the balls hit Go on and talk slick, wrap your lips around the fat clit Ch-Bloaw, you're fucking gone now [Littles] Ayo ayo, I step up in the place, gators on the feet Heavy on the waist, glocks, nines, mac 10s you name it Before rap, I was famous with the gat I'm dangerous, I'm nothing to fuck with sonny For the love of money I dress up bummy Drive through in a daily and your whole block ugly I'm musically gifted, I draw out pictures If rap don't work, I resort back to biscuits God forbid rap divorce me, streets cost me Five years and I still got the system on me Niggas mourn me and I'm still breathing I need to know if there's a heaven or hell I sleep in Everyday bears a new face Tears rolling down the cheeks of friends, as we morun yet a new rate I write my life, but I'm trying to get free When I pass, you feel the breeze, still smell like trees [Riggamortis] Rocks The World now, bout to show you wack cats how I pack that style, when you act foul (cock cock bloa) Ending niggas careers, getting figures for years Now more rapping prison tears, accepting Grammies as souveniers We got the shit on smash and ya'll love it Fuck a slice of the pie I want all of it I'm gravy in this game you potattos are all smothered Shoot dice without cash, it's all covered Me and my niggas all thuggin, no holds barred Competition, listen, we shitting on your whole squad Word is bond, when Rigga drop, ya'll niggas is ghost Adios, get off your post, slap cowards with toast There's about to be some changes now Baller's clear the lane, I'm wild, or I'll catch a flagrent foul Spit that nickel plated stainless style Tell your family to rock black suits and bring flowers muthaflu