STRINGER BELL

[Verse 1] They don't get it like I get it No they never, couldn't I ain't talking 'bout jail when I got a booking I ain't talking bout drugs when I made a sale Never going to the box 'cuz I got the bail I ain't talking bout a kite when I'm checking for mail There's about 100 n***** that's wishing I fail I give 'em glory, I give 'em holy, I give 'em hell I could never f*ck your shorty cuz she'd kiss and tell Hope you make it after all that faking man I wish 'em well Say my name, it should ring a bell I run the game like Stringer Bell but I ain't getting clipped A p***** n***** touch me imma shoot 'em in his hip (POW) [Stringer Bell] Is that it???? 'Cuz I if it is man... I can be a better friend to y'all alive... [Verse 2] I played it well N***** screwfacing mad that I made it Your babymama told you, I'm her favourite Always rock the right fragrance Always been a better rapper, sorry for my lateness Then again... Nah. 'Cuz you can't rush greatness When it comes to these bars you gotta have patience Got the whole world waiting You think you gangster Imma send your a** to meet Satan Got them on their knees praying, Knees shaking As I awaken My weed need baking No cheese, no bacon I'm forever blazing As I awaken, my weed need baking no cheese, no bacon I'm forever blazing... yeah