I Don’t Care Verse 1 Off in the booth (Who dat) Styrofoam cup Show time, Fa show That’s me, The man Yessir, Believe I am I do What I Want to It’s okay to cheat if you want to (Ha!) Fuck dude Ain’t worried Bout dude Getting wrong with me is something that he better not do Gives a fuck about dude Slap the bitch up out dude Leave em in hospital Get to clutching my tool Be done fucked around and shot dude Like pop em Drop em Plug em Square niggas Box em Get em Got em Bitch Nothing up my sleeve but a mother fuckin magic trick Davie Copperfield, Pull a rabbit out the hat quick You kids are not in my class with no excused absences I wonder who these hyena-ass niggas laughing at Cause I done seen that happen and That bullshit I ain’t havin that.. I walk, talk, cash, shit! I walk, like I’m, bad, bitch! I don’t caaaaare how you feel! No I really don’t caaaaaare how you feel! <repeat> Verse 2 Hey! What’s happenin No doubt about it I’m jamming My vocabulic stamina Got all these girls panties vanished The way my rhymes keep on jamming Knockin these niggas off balance Step in the ring with me you leaving either fallin or staggering pussy Pussy cat get all your nine lives tooken Nine niggas get they nine wives tooken I been pimpin all night snow white since seven Hopin these Keys make it up the gate to heaven Like whoa! And as the day goes on, and the night time comes My mind falls in the zone I stand tall like the Eifel Hand stuck to my rifle Praise me like the bible Bitch I’m badder than Michael Now Walk, Talk, cash, shit! I walk, like I’m, bad, bitch! I don’t caaaaare how you feel! No I really don’t caaaaaare how you feel! I walk, talk, cash, shit! I walk, like I’m, bad, bitch! I don’t caaaaare how you feel! No I really don’t caaaaaare how you feel! Verse 3 There was a man who was hated on Oooo Hooo Hooo Sometimes he felt he was made from stone Oooo Hooo Hooo He dared anyone to take him on Oooo Hooo Hooo You can never knock a king from his throne Throne..Ha! I walk, talk, cash, shit! I walk, like I’m, bad, bitch! I don’t caaaaare how you feel! No I really don’t caaaaaare how you feel! <repeat>

Whoa Hunny I’m gonna make some money I’m gonna make some money I’m gonna make some money Na na na Na na naaa na And it goes: whoa hunny hunny whoa hunny whoa! Lil mama over there, bring it over here Check out that walk look at those hips Let me get your number before I dip And if I don’t call ya then call me a wimp Naw never me Lame I’ll never be, never scared to tell a freak I’m a “G” fuck with me Let me see what it be Believe I’ll hit that from behind Can’t scare me with a damn good time Wherever there’s hoes There’s gonna be a party And I be like damn Shawty just jockin Real cute face and a real bangin body And I be like Damn shawty what’s poppin She sat on my lap and she felt my wallet Now she call herself wanna touch my body But I’m feelin like Whoa hunny hunny Whoa hunny hunny Whoa Ain’t bout to let you dig none a my gold I’m bout to make some money (With who? Shit, I hope you aint talkin bout me) I’m bout to make some money (You crazy as hell if you really believe that) I’m bout to make some money Na na na Na na naaa na Whoa hunny hunny Whoa hunny hunny Whoa I ain’t bout to letcha dig none a my gold Hey buddy over there Bring it to me Shake it like a dog Hands on ya knees Oh my god Girl you sweet I lick that sweet spot till I get a cavity I say, baby I’ll kill it like a fuckin casualty A nigga couldn’t measure up if he was made from half of me I bust one and keep bussin like a fuckin cavalry Hey there soldier strap up and battle me Yeah I get my dougie on Pimpin with my tuxie on We can take this party home and gone get some fuckin on One more shot of ‘Trone and I’ma do your body wrong I do your body right, get it right all night Oh my my my Damn girl you fine Ain’t bout to run from you Ain’t bout to try to hide Don’t know who the hell put that in your mind But you can’t scare me with a damn good time Whenever there’s hoes There’s gonna be a party And I be like damn Shawty just jockin Real cute face and a real bangin body And I be like Damn shawty what’s poppin She sat on my lap and she felt my wallet Now she call herself wanna touch my body But I’m feelin like Whoa hunny hunny Whoa hunny hunny Whoa Ain’t bout to let you dig none a my gold I’m bout to make some money (With who? Shit, I hope you aint talkin bout me) I’m bout to make some money (You crazy as hell if you really believe that) I’m bout to make some money Na na na Na na naaa na Whoa hunny hunny Whoa hunny hunny whoa I ain’t bout to letcha dig none a my gold Oh my my my Damn girl you fine Ain’t bout to run from you Ain’t bout to try to hide Don’t know who the hell put that in your mind But you can’t scare me with a damn good time <Repeat> I’m gonna make some money I’m gonna make some money I’m gonna make some money Na na na Na na naaa na I’m bout to make some money…

Rock The Show <ATIF> Ladies and Gentlemen …yeah <SHOWTIME> I would like to present to y’all The truth in the booth The hotness in the street The future of what we call hip hop And his name is Showtime <ATIF> What you know about that <SHOWTIME> Miles ahead of you Believe it Let’s go! I be like see ya, Adios amiga We so far apart it’s like a mile in between us Ladies wanna freak us, smile when they see us Dick like a ruler, I should fuck a teacher Ladies wanna freak, us smile when they see us Dick like a ruler, I should fuck a teacher I'm a dog, I’m a beast and that’s a whole nother creature Stay fresh to death and you can tell the grim reaper what I said These niggas playing hard but so scared You dudes crack me up like broke eggs You niggas out here posing for bitches And can’t see the bigger picture But like the camera lens nigga I’m focused I keep it… I keep it one hundred I’m real as it gets I play it to the full percentage no missing a cent The, the, the, the crowd love me like the way that I kick The positive live responses I get Hook I just wanna rock the show If you just give me a chance then I will show you that I’m the man That can rock the show I just wanna rock the show I just wanna see you dance I just wanna see you dance Verse 2 Gotta wake em up, make they bodies rock Make the neighbors, wanna call the cops And when the cops knock, Sorry officer I’m tryna get this bitch crunker than a black church All black shirt, Ed Hardy jeans Bvlgari tees, damn shawty clean Damn shawty bad, shawty kickin ass Shawty I’m the man, just ask your woman This the type of music that you bump In the club to make them do what they usually don’t Damn boo you lookin good in them Gucci pumps I ain’t thinking bout nothing just you and that rump The way you movin that rump got a nigga like, AAAY! I want a encore right here in my face We want a encore so- hey DJ Let it spin once more, can I get a replay Hook I just wanna rock the show If you just give me a chance then I will show you that I’m the man That can rock the show I just wanna rock the show I just wanna see you dance I just wanna see you dance

That’s Life Let’s get em! Usually I’m silly then a motherfucker But right now I’m bout to be serious with you You know what I’m sayin? First the shots got fired then the crowd started runnin And the cops started coming but lil shawty with the onion Of the rock in his sock fled the block It was either leave the scene or forever be locked Up And that wouldn’t be clever Never been able to leave a place where the situation never gets better My nigga Tone four letter Hit the wrong bitch now he gone forever Caught with that four letter pack A –I –D –S To be more exact And see more rats are seen in the trap So I just stack my cheese smoke weed and relax And these niggas stabbin knives in my back But I don’t need no friends I rely on my strap And If I wake up and die in the trap I will still love my block cause the hood’s where its at

Gunshots Featuring Chase Breedlove Intro Tell you the truth man? I never thought I’d make it to see twenty one You know? But shit, I’m here. What I don’t understand is, why the fuck a nigga that don’t know me wanna take my life? Nigga, I never heard of you… but you wanna kill me? You can’t be serious man, I just try to be the best nigga out here man I’m trying to stay on my grind, stay on my motherfuckin hustle Niggas hate that, niggas cant stand to see another nigga doing good That’s real talk lets go.. Hook What’s that?! Shots in my window, I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead Reachin for the strap every time the wind blow I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead Verse1 Another day another death Who will be the next one to take they last breath What will be the next toy I bring off the shelf Who will be the next dirty muthafucka to get swept off his feet Listen up I got a riddle What if you had to defend yourself against a nigga What if you had to hit ‘em with an illegal pistol and you kill him? Who would be the suspect, who would be the victim? I don’t know, but that’s something for you to think about Before you run up on a nigga with your banger out And a nigga shoot you before you shoot him You got wet and you couldn’t swim Damn Hook What’s that?! Shots in my window, I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead Reachin for the strap every time the wind blow I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead Verse2 I load up in soldier gear I’m solar and colder than polar bears -However I’m all about my cheddar I’m all about whatever I’m never ever scared Two bald head eagles in my right and my left Niggas wanna take my life, ask me why I don’t care If you want beef it ain’t a thing with me I’ll let that thing fly like it came with wings And that’s real Real talk it ain’t a game on these streets Bullets chew your ass up like they came with teeth And that’s some food for though that was taught by me All game should be bought from me And that’s real Hook What’s that?! Shots in my window, I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead Reachin for the strap every time the wind blow I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead Bridge As far as I can see Nobody’s gonna ride for me But I will never stop I will let that thing pop Before I let ‘em take my life from me As far as I can see Every body got it out for me But anyhow any way I will carry that weight Before I let it fall down on me Verse 3 Woke up this morning Thought that I was dead Paused for a second It was all in my head I though I felt something hot fall in my head Looked down and all I saw, was red Like damn, I’m hit Hook What’s that?! Shots in my window, I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead Reachin for the strap every time the wind blow I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead