Album Cover When It's All Gone

When It's All Gone

Terror Reid

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So check it out, finna tell you what I′m all about

Ya time's runnin out, so don′t make me spell it out

Ya fuck with Reid and that's a doubtI'll pull up in ya town and blast the teeth straight up out ya mouth

With the magnum

My style stay platinum

Skills you lack ′em, hoes know, go ask one

Colder than a sickle, got ladies rubbin′ they nipples

Pretty simple

Fuck around and get crippled

'Cause first thing′s first, bitch I'm the boss

Chew you like floss

Leave ya face without a bottom jaw

Let the game die, bitch I′ll kill it if I have to

And if they ask who they better not ask you

'Cause you don′t wanna fuck wit a pimp

Got a dick like a blimp, so I walk wit a limp

I'm here to show ya folks that I'm the realest it can get

I′ll bet my style so smooth i′ll make ya mommas coochie wet

And when it's all gone (what you believe in?)

Sick of always hearin′ it (what you believe in?)

Mothafuckas think I'm losing it (what you believe in?)

But I don′t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like

When it's all gone (what you believe in?)

Sick of always hearin′ it (what you believe in?)

I'm hung up and I'm stuck (what you believe in?)

But I don′t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like

One, two, three, four to the five

Suicide ain′t work, I'm still alive

Six, seven, eight, and the 9-millimeter

Ten shots make you hot like a heater

Don′t trust much, but I dust fools with a slim uppercut

Takin' off the mask, movin′ up

My shit suck less than a hoe with a flat chest

Bitch look sick, so I took her to the vet

Bet my rhymes just be wicked like that

Throwing up the set with a fully automatic

I got the rhythm with the most steez

Hoe please

And now they kneelin' down on both knees

Break ya bitch like bread, coast to coast

Bodies be dead when I boast

My shit gross

The host with the most, burn ya like queso

You got a problem? - just say so

And when it′s all gone (what you believe in?)

Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?)

Mothafuckas think I'm losing it (what you believe in?)

But I don′t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like

When it′s all gone (what you believe in?)

Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?)

I′m hung up and I'm stuck (what you believe in?)

But I don′t give a fuck, knuckle up, like