The jiggas and the tips
Belly full of paper bills
Nothin sweet when i attend, see
Rub on buddha's belly
Poppa took the television, but left the radio
So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o
Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone
It's the belly of the beast, when we knock nobody's home,
I turned him on his belly, what i would do was heinous.
Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status
And you believe when a rapper wan' be one
A belly like budha but a brain like sagan
Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see
To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi
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