Il testo della Humphrey

They said i’m bout it cus i wanna fight b-hop
I said i’ll fuck him up after 2 months in detox
So, besides that, 8 mill from reebook
I take him to the ball park, that’s 33 shots
You son of me? i need not
He must love another young nigga killer that hustled in his weed spot
When he had the black lac, ran up to the tree tops
Somebody talk about him then they went and got a speed nah
Sex is when me and her sorta ran the g spot
All the niggas left her and we came here with dream tops
Listen here, so you got my vision clear
Never for a pro, but i made niggas disappear
Niggas know not to fuck with me
And my record is sucka free
This money i been makin’ it work
So a-trak let’s take ‘em to church
They don’t hear me though

Know what i’m sayin?
I’ll fight my way to the top of the food chain than be a vegetarian
I get my own
Bank is a place to allow yo money if you prove yo own

I don’t need it, know what i mean

My parents got high, no lie
It’s no shame
A product of dust, lust & cocaine
Still cool with some niggas though that sniff cane
That grow weed that grow hair like rogaine
Heartless to the core, feel no pain
That’s models, hood rats, o flames
This nigga say his fame is no name
Street fighter, i throw flames
On the strip, no strippers
But she suckin the tip, i might tip er
Understood? in my hood that’s the way we go
We can’t comprehend or understand the ratio
For my baby-o, hopped, the money from the
The 3-80 blow, up up away we go
No cash to help out yo lady-o
And look out for baby bro
Shit i robbed a bank, told me something, yes gold maybe no
What i’ll do next? get crack head felatio
They thought i was slow like radio
Couple years later though they heard me on the radio