NW3 (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Intro: Quilly] All Star, look [Verse 1: Quilly] These niggas' sweet like cinnamon I'm bout to come at everybody like Eminem! I don't care if small like Wee-man Or I don't care if he big like Timbaland! .50 on me, that'll put a end to many men Pockets on puff daddy; all about the Benjamins I'm coming off the top, where should I begin? I never had a plate, now I'm digging in Stop textin' me, stop callin' me, you stalking I walk inside the Louie store, no discounts or bargains Go to Macy's, go to Bloomingdales for that polo, I'm Carlton I'm blacked out, I'm rapped out, yeah bitch, I'm done talking Yeah, I'm talking shit and I'm real proud Yeah I'm smokin' good and it's real loud Yeah, I'm in my hood without a damn job Yeah I paid my bail and I'm still out