Diddy (Freestyle) lyrics

Oh boy!
It is him again
Lupe Fiasco
1st & 15th n*ggas
Chitown, holla
You know

Im from them hard blocks
Give moon roofs to hard tops
They want me to turn it off like jar tops
But I get it up, like alarm clocks
In foreign spots, heroin rocks, the wrong drops?? who waaant shots
Im on the court, most n*ggas is commentary
Dont play ya self like solitaire
I been through, most n*ggas is honorary
I play the storm like halle berry
Put you in monastaries for that monetary NO!
Leave you cryin in pain
What I gotta scream for hold 9 iron while Im drivin a range
You talk like I fold or somethin
Like I dont flip birdie hold eagle that'll put a hole-in-one
I'll give you cadillacs, full of apple jacks, this metal claps, this battle axe, benjamins baby
You wash the tub like tracy addlap
With my gun I produce the cali like Battlecat
You can't, handle that, ONE!
Get lost n*ggas
Be gone n*ggas

Yooo! fiasco
Holla back n*ggas!