Black wall street

LETRA

Black wall street

I Made You!
Yes I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!

Theres no batteries in my back
I show you niggas how I move (Move Echo)
50 ain't gangsta
Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta
Yayo ain't gangsta
Young Buck, you know you ain't gangsta

You at what you niggas made
Ain't that a bitch
Created a monster
Kicked me outta G-Unit
Put me in converse
Matter of fact give me a dick
Just like Olivia so you can suck my shit
Gimme a pen
So I can be the hardest in the click
Wind me up ni*** then gimme some lips
So I can talk about ya faggot
Niggas aint no thugs
While im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves
So I can cover my fingerprints in ya blood
I need a get away car you can put it on dubs
Make sure its got a stash for the 38 snub
And a Banks album cuz thats where I got my buds
Gimme muscles like 50
Gimme Yayo hands
Gimme a collection plate for Ma$e fans
Gimme some glasses so I can watch Mason dance
Who movin? You singing?
Nigga gimme ya fans
Gimme a tattoo tear
Gimme some ears so i can hear police talkin when you disappear

I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
Mr. Potato Head
I Made you
Yes, I Made you
Mr. Potato Head I Made you!
I Made you
I Made You!
Mr. Potato Head I Made you! (You Echo)

Theres no batteries in my back
I show you niggas how I move.

Yayo: And I'd like to thank game cuz hes mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta!

Rolling through Connecticut
In a stolen mini-van
Stop at his house
I dont see many men
Matter of fact I dont see any men
One plain clothed cop call him Lieutenant Dan
Officer why ya man tryna beat up my fans?
Makin me 5 times platinum wasnt part of his plan
Same shit same snitch
You know how it goes
I smell a rat even if you take off my nose
And i bet every quarter in your piggy bank
Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50 shanked
Next time when the lights go out
I'm pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out
Watch that man get ta tussling and the mice run out
Don't gamble with ya life when my dice roll out

I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
Mr Potato Head I Made you!
Yes I Made you
Mr Potato Head I Made you!
I Made you!
I Made You!
Mr Potato Head I Made you!

Theres no batteries in my back
I show you Niggas how I move (Move Echo)
50 aint gangsta
Lloyd Banks aint gangsta
Yayo aint gangsta
Young Buck you know you aint gangsta

(Phat Rat talks)
G-G-G-G-G.... NOT!
You bitch ass niggas
Check this out man
I'm not gonna be playing these mother fuc*** games
Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian ni***
This shit is R-E-A-L ni***!
Real ni***
Black wall street
Wait wait
Like I told you last time
It's THE black wall street you bitch ass ni***
And Oliv... Excuse me OLIVER!
You punk mother fuc***
I'm still taking heat from my niggas
For looking at your mother fuckin' ass ni***
You somebodys son
You bitch ass Nigga
I'ma catch up to your ass ni***
Muscle mouth ass bitch
Thats alright though ni***

G-U-Not ni***

This is black wall street ni***
Tell me where you at
Thats all we need to know ni***
Cus this is real ni***
This is the streets ni***
Brazil & Wilmington ni***
In case you didn't know ni***
Thats right in the heart of COMPTON
You Bitch ass ni***
And Olivia
Get that mother fuc*** lil' ass red
Mother fuc*** shorts off your mother fuc*** ass on that video
Everybody can you see your balls bitch
' The f*** is wrong with you
My Niggas know I tried to holla at your bitch ass ni***
Ima f*** you up ni***
It's your fault
50 Snitch
This is Phat Rat ni***
In case you forgot ni***
Double!

Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I kill who is my enemy
I don't give a f***
If you talk shit
I make you a follower yeah
You crack me up kid
Your stupid
I'm much more agile then ever
Got more style so yo whatever
Whatever
Whatever (Echoes)