None yet - Too Much Game, Too Much Swag lyrics

Yeah! yeah! It's Young f**'n 2 hood on the f**'n track. tired of the haters blurying up my swag vision, don't make me pull my friend the 22"Too much game, Too much swag. Hood Entertainment INC. Time for my haters to f**'n Disappear...! Young2Hood. Entertainment INC. For my haters to f**'n disappear...! Young2hood. White project a** G" My haters who dare to f** with...! Better call the ambulance, there has been a disaster, haters...captured. Yeah!.. INC. Time for my haters to f**'n...f**'n disappear..! Young2Hood.. White project a** gangsta..Yeah! too much swag,swag-4-u. Too much posse coming my way....Yeah! Young-Hood, thazz me, G' for my haters to f**"n...disappear..! Young2Hood. White project a** gangster....Thazz wat the f** I is. Haters check this f**'n sh** out...pooosh b**hess.... disappear Chrous: Too much game, Too much swag,Too much game for U. Too much swag dogg, too much swag 4 U. (repeat twice) V1) Too much...S.W.A.G for U. Haters get on the phone H.O.M.E. Thatzz the deal. You fake a** posse dising a** b**h. but I know what my gun knows how to talk and cause you haters not to walk. (Gunshots) Get out of town or young will make you feel it. thatzz wat a f**'n thug do nicely and the f**'n best! Get back! or your heart will meet you on the other side of Queens, fake a** b**h! Diss me! I'll let my gun do the talking.(Gunshots). Young2Hood, Holla back! 2nd Chrous: Too much Swag...Too much bread, Breeding, f**ing with too many brauds. Too many tities to s** N the Hood. Young with the mind made up. Too much green falling on my head. Living good in a fat 4BR Condo, champaine poured in my cup. Thazz me! Too much Game, Too much Swag, Too much game 4 U.<(Repeat twice) V2)S.W.A.G- Y.O.U.N.G- H.O.O.D, Thazz me! Girls tip me while s**ing on my dick while busting a nut. Lifestyle 4 Life. All I dreamed of all my lifetime. A womens idol, selling my dope= Dope Dealer of the year. All my haters do is hate, get no posse masterbaiting their dick in the cold. Dogg thatzz a shame! Your game shattered into a thousand peices, keep messing with me, you will be in a thousand peices. Young2Hood, Holla! V3) Verse three, the end of the beef between you haters and me. (Gunshots) Tired of you G" Verse three, 2 bullets to your chest and a good gla** of champaine to ease the pain from putting ya a** through sum serious pain and it sure thought about the serious precautions to your f**'n head, now! your f**'n dead! Yeah!!!!!! Your f**'n dead! Yah!!!! Young2Hood, Holla!