Lyrics

Intro:
Ah,
Man you know what we on (you know what we on),
I ain’t even gotta explain myself no more to these n*****, AH,
Big BSF, Huh,
I made this shit look good, this shit really ugly though,
Verse:
Uh, they gon say the money changed me, But I’ma say the haters did it,
I watched them suckers bend the rules, But what I do, forgave them n*****,
Makin movies I played the villain, Shake n’ move and makin millions, Money callin, my line beeping,
I had to tell em to wait a minute, Uh, Phillipe steak from table scraps,
I don’t like we’re making raps,
Enough dough saved up dat,
I can pay the label back,
Overseas tourin I’m staying at a Paris Hilton,
Then a few weeks later a n**** ran into Paris Hilton, I made cocaine aroma smoke,
We never got diplomas doe,
The President that making drugs legal,
That’s who I’m voting foe,
You know BSF the stamp n****,
These killers uncontrollable,
The hip hop police want my mug shot for these quotables, S-class, the new one to model,
Pillows in the back and the rug so soft,
Can’t wear yo shoes when we ridin’,
I’m used to beef, all they do is some hollows,
Keep playin’,
We got hand grenades shaped like Don Julio bottles, It’s Butch n****

Chorus:
We some Infamous butchers my running mate
Angel of death picked the candidate
before its too late we dominate
hands solo like daryl
brew in my barrel
i’m finely aged
bitch I resonate across time and space
like warren and nate we regulate

We some Infamous butchers my running mate
Angel of death picked the candidate
before its to late we dominate
hands solo like daryl
brew in my barrel
i’m finely aged
bitch I resonate across time and space
like warren and nate we regulate

Verse II:
now back to this hood politics at hand
who gets a piece who makes the cut
if you aint from my hood back the fuck up
I got fine hos so keep your rhinestones
but I cut some lines though
I need less money and more time yo
some pussy thats pure put me on tour
i’ll cover some cure
then visit the sick and poor
walk in the hood
knock on your door
I’m looking to score

Chorus:
We some Infamous butchers my running mate
Angel of death picked the candidate
before its to late we dominate
hands solo like daryl
brew in my barrel
i’m finely aged
bitch I resonate across time and space
like warren and nate we regulate

We some Infamous butchers my running mate
Angel of death picked the candidate
before its to late we dominate
hands solo like daryl
brew in my barrel
i’m finely aged
bitch I resonate across time and space
like warren and nate we regulate

We some Infamous butchers my running mate
Angel of death picked the candidate
before its to late we dominate
hands solo like daryl
brew in my barrel
i’m finely aged
bitch I resonate across time and space
like warren and nate we regulate