Devil’s Advocate lyrics

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
These haters can't stand that I'm up
These haters can't stand that I'm up
These haters can't stand that I'm up
These haters can't stand that I'm up
The kitchen is my comfort zone
Water whippin' 'till I'm dead and gone
Constant ringing on my f*cking phone
The kitchen is my comfort zone
The kitchen is my comfort zone

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
You need some flowers for the witnesses
Camo Ferragamo when I'm killin' sh*t
In the trenches real n*ggas better learn to squeeze
And do them n*ggas like Frank did the Chinese
Silly b*tches keep laughing at my cell phone
My Boost mobile make E.T. phone home
2015 Caddy truck with the peanut butter seats
Turn that work to peanut butter, put it back on the streets

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
These haters can't stand that I'm up
These haters can't stand that I'm up
These haters can't stand that I'm up
These haters can't stand that I'm up
The kitchen is my comfort zone
Water whippin' 'till I'm dead and gone
Constant ringing on my f*cking phone
The kitchen is my comfort zone
The kitchen is my comfort zone
[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
Bricks got a n*gga real kicked up
Designer names got your b*tch post weight up
They hate it when I'm up
They hate it when I win
My passport stamped
I'm going in to win
Eatin' quiche in the back of the G5
Lakeisha Rocksdale she from certain 5
Leave the hood with the hood in me
I'm so hood I like b*tches with buck fifties, Pimp C

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Okay now f*ck with it, you want it hard
You gotta come and get me, I'm not moving
I'm gettin' Novas I'm not losing
I'm doin' sh*t that you not doing
Got acid buckets right by the door, holla 5-0 and I'ma run to 'em
Might catch me with these couple pounds
But you can guarantee that them bricks ruined
No show dates, but I've been tourin'
Been ridin' round with no insurance
Got cannabis in my p*ss, so I take that b*tch my friend urine
Medellin Yay' in this Stingray
And my son over 16, well I guess I'm a f*cked up parent
Oh, cut that n*gga no leeway
Still get it there with no delay
And I'm not hearing what she say
I put heron in her Honda
And I put that b*tch on the free-way
And ya'll cut me off, the plug cut me in
I had cut it out and cut it up again
I had cocaine comin' up to the pen
I had the warden bringing that sh*t in
Eatin' lobster tail in my cell, sendin' racks out in my mail
Who ever said that you can't get bread in the feds, I can't tell
Right now I'm just on chill mode
Honestly, I don't need work
Dopeboy University I made a million off a t-shirt
It's Buck