Clear Da Scene - Album Version (Explicit)

Fresher than a mothafuckin' ** pusher

Got work under the stairs

Got the gun in the bushes

Anybody want beef, come and meet the butcher

Bring the punk out of a

** like Ashton Kutcher

** you pay me!

like nasty hookers

I got that recipe they tell

Me "pass the cook book"

**in wit lil' weezy baby

That's a good look so hop your ** on the

Good book and sha mon'

I ain't really that ** that you

Would want to front on

I put ya whole life on ya front lawn come on

Son on that ** that none on, gun on

I can drive the whip and work

The tooly while with one arm

That's word to my mom

She worry if I'ma come home

I tell her don't trip

I'm runnin' this **

A ** just gettin' his stunt on

Number one stunner junior!

hallelujah!

** ya!

I wish I never knew ya!

PEACE!

I got a bird in the bag

And the bag on my back

Got a murder warrant in the

Magazine on my lap clear the scene!

Clear the scene!

Clear the scene

Let the g's do they thing

I got a bird in the bag

And the bag on my back

Got a murder warrant in the

Magazine on my lap clear the scene!

Clear the scene!

Clear the scene

Let the g's do their thing

My hustle is gettin' gully

You **ers will get it from me

I touch 'em with every dummy

My duffel is filled with money

You pop your lip and get ya man shot boy!

I make 'em lean and rock

Like Dem Franchise Boyz!

You couldn't joust wit me

** there ain't no doubt wit me

You run your mouth to me

I go hang you over ya balcony

They got it out for me

Don't gotta spell it out for me jersey boy

Got the whole city that could vouch for me

Don't try to play homie I'll

Pull the eighty out, fade ya out

Put what you was thinkin' on ya lady blouse

This a great rookie, ransom, pray for me

Take a chance

Put this ape on like a bapes hooded

I heard 'em all

Merk'em all wit that dirty four

Servin raw, till I'm thirty-four

That's a jersey boy

That's weezy f, ransom, grease yes!

Hand guns, bland one, go ahead

Bleed to death

I got a bird in the bag

And the bag on my back

Got a murder warrant in the

Magazine on my lap clear the scene!

Clear the scene!

Clear the scene

Let the g's do their thing

I got a bird in the bag

And the bag on my back

Got a murder warrant in the

Magazine on my lap clear the scene!

Clear the scene!

Clear the scene

Let the g's do their thing

I'ma whip that ** like a

** 'posed to do

Hundred thousand dollar whips when

The boat roll through

Triple c's, my people we triple g's

While you looking all crooked

My **s they quick to squeeze!

Slap you with the four five

** who you rapping 'bout

When it come to weight

When I rick ross max it out

I'm the one that they askin' bout

In the aston martin, ** sparkin'

Flickin' ashes out

Rick Ross will never ask you out

When I get your number I'ma come

And hunt your **in mouth

You gotta suck **, if you wanna touch chips?

3 5 7 can't touch this

I9 5, I traffic my body weight

In the big body Benz

Got the whole body laid straight!

You straight!?

I hope ya ** is

I'll leave ya ** as is

I got a bird in the bag

And the bag on my back

Got a murder warrant in the

Magazine on my lap clear the scene!

Clear the scene!

Clear the scene

Let the g's do their thing

I got a bird in the bag

And the bag on my back

Got a murder warrant in the

Magazine on my lap clear the scene!

Clear the scene!

Clear the scene

Let the g's do their thing