Damn

Damn Damn Damn
 Damn baby girl won't you relax
 Here's a little bit a wax
 Sure it'll put you on yo' ass
 Lil mama
 Come here take a fucking nap
 Got that gat strapped in the back
 Pain comin' off you
 Ain't no need for a heart attack
 Got me fucked up in the head
 Constant thoughts about that bread
 Trigga finga' clickin' at the head
 Two chains hanging from my danglang'
 Young Wally killin' everybody in the fuckin' game
 Three sixty-five days annual plus some
 I've been workin' in the studio
 Just hopin' to bust one
 Workin day time jobs
 Catchin' late night rhymes
 I put this whole tape together
 Just to show you whats mines
 Because the fakest responds
 Be checkin' people in lines
 Just to sodomize the fact
 That it's written inside
 We bringin' fear to the blind
 My homies children survived
 If I could describe
 The type of life I'd be livin'
 If my raps made a killin'
 And I made a couple million
 Ever since the beginnin'
 This is what I called a chillin' from the mitten
 Illest bars I've ever spit in
 Grew up without pot to piss in
 Now I got a hundred writtens
 Waitin' for yo' ears to listen