Ezell RMC Mike

[Intro]
(Mama, whatchu doin? You cook up something?)
Bitch

[Chorus]
RMC piece on the way with so much detail
I sell verses and my bitch work the retail
Swear to God, all these niggas hoes, buncha females
Smokey back here takin this shit, shut up Ezell
Anything I get my hands on I could resell
Bitch caught me cheating once, now I use the e-mail
How you got a fresh Backwood but the weed stale?
Took aunty to the pharm' and got a free 12

[Verse 1]
It was red, I had to call my brother Rio
I dropped a six in the pop, he added three mo'
Drunk the other three lines raw then go to sleep doe
I had to meet my young dawgs at the casino
A nigga asked for free pro's from me
Nigga, I'll buy your whole bag with all my old money
Bitch sucked my dick for 30 minutes left her nose runny
Popped my lil cousin in the leg, that nigga stole from me
I bet he learned his lesson
Make sure that you hold that pistol with from firm aggression
Bitch, when we on the road you better merge correctly
Cause if we make it back home you might earn the necklace
I'm just lookin out for you and that's just real shit
She seen me up a roll of blues, now she reeled in
Unc got a lot of food, bitch the meals in
Boy I got a lot of views, bitch them M's in