Show Em What They Won

St. Lunatics

(Ali)

Yeah, yeah, check, check

See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance

Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan

Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin

Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin

And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed

It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's

I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain

Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod'

With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks

Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle

You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels

Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me

Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me

Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin

It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"



(Nelly)

Uh, uh, uh, uh

What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down

It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds

It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds

It's like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town

I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year

GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear)

Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)

Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?)

(That's gotta be illegal, Bob!)

I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit

Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit

Witnessess, "I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit"

"Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick"

Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules

Peep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes

I'm like the heir to the throne

Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone

Tell 'em "go'on"