S-X - Exhibit D lyrics

Yo, nuttin' but skengman bars I write Pad and pen I don't wanna hear that talk 'bout You're rating man ah man now, what about then? I was on Pyro, Urban Manic Axe FM Hold tight Pablo, family longtime Nuttin' but love right to the end I'm bad to the bone If it ain't Wiley, I don't wanna know These likkle man can't sit in my throne These Air Force Ones, they're cool, they're cold Funny thing is, they're overly old Had them longtime like two-double-O Two-double-O Two-double-O Nuttin' but money and girls I get Teacher's pet Man wanna know how I'm still around Call me the vet Pockets swollen, bulging Looking like a football goalie's open net Promoters holla at me for the set That's why likkle man's all upset 250 all on my neck Might get another one like "what the heck?" I'm stunting hard like 50 Cent Money up front, paid my percent If you can't do that, you're deep in debt Cut that cheque or bounce like cheque