The Price Is Wrong

If the price is right then I must be wrong

Oops my bad just murdered this song

Set this stage on fire and kept it burnin burnin all night long

Bitch I thought i told ya aint no room for hatin in the south

You claim to run the game but you dont run shit but your fuckin mouth

All my homies killas hustlas gang bangers and dope dealers

So heavy in these streets when we stomp the whole world feel us

Now boy you got some heart at the least i gotta give you that

I hope you didnt think them lame ass rhymes could be called a track

Im on another level one so high it'll make your nose bleed

Im lyrically assaulting all you fakes and you wannabes

I cant see the future but i know how this event will end

My trophy raised up in the air while you get back in line again