If you want it come and get it cause I got it for sale. (x4)
(DJ Paul:) They call me the penny pinchin ebenezer
Cause I only make shit that weighs heavy on ya tweeter.
Some shit that's gonna blow through ya mutha fuckin speakers.
Y'all cats it too eager and no I don't believe ya.
Y'all cats ain't got much but you'll get burned.
From my hot touch get trapped in the flames.
Get slapped in ya face. get out the game.
You ain't in the right place. you must be out ya brain.
(Juicy J:) Juicy J. put cats to shame.
Three 6 drop beats like acid rain.
I told y'all before this ain't a damn game.
You the weakest link. I be the damn chain.
If you a bitch than bitch gimme brains.
If you a clean shirt I be the blood stain.
When you get hurt I am the pain
That send signals to ya mutha fuckin' brain.
I maintain get change spit thangs in wite veins.
Ain't a damn thang changed. crystal clear like a picture frame.
Me and crunchy black on a damn plane.
The architech and president off in the Range.
(DJ Paul:) I be quick to spot you before you get close.
I'm as good as a biscuit, like breakfast rolls.
Stay out my business before I turn critical
Scalp you like an indian ritual
Cause yo my rhymes is too visual.
You wanna spit that shit but ya rhymes is too pitiful.
You can't get with me. the last samari
That you can't defeat and you wonder why
(Infamous:)i have no table manners
Hit hard like a mutha fuckin sledge hammer.
Got bitches from memphis to alabama.
They can't hang with my swag or nuttin.
You the ingine that could but I'm the wood.
Shoot first ask questions later.
Ill see ya now but won't see ya later
I just gave credit to the grave bruh.
I got the dough got the dro
Got the hoes gotta speed up the flow
One mo time. catch scarcrow on the grind.
If you ain't bout money don't waste my time.
Hypnotize always gon shine.
Leave hoes shot from a gun of mine like
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"Got It 4 Sale" as written by Darnell Carlton D. Pannell
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