Happy Birthday Germ (feat. Shakewell & Germ)

Yuh, aye, yuh, yuh, yuh
 She hop on the soil, get mental wit it
 Get wet, don't trip on the set I bet
 I'm a vet in the game, I pave my own lane
 I changed the whole thing
 Put that Rogaine on that pussy
 No more duckin' in the bushes
 From the police, never worry 'bout lease
 I buy that whole, cash
 I been living so nicely lately
 I been feelin' so icy, I might be the one you don't wanna test
 I guess you say I'm intelligent
 Why you abusin' yo medicine?
 The devil is coming, don't let him in
 Sittin' down, talkin' to Letterman
 Sendin' love letters
 [?], hoe
 Just the one that ride around with a .44
 I ain't never going back to bein' a bus boy
 No one could comprise what I've created
 Don't settle for less, gotta go for the latest
 Hoe you can't save me, double up on my savings
 Split it with the homies that raised me
 And made me who I am today
 Bust the Mac-11 then I throw it away
 Feds pull up on the kid, they gon' put him away
 So I dip down the block, got no time to waste
 Baby take attention, savor it
 Just bought a Benz for my favorite bitch whippin' that 1999 Jag
 Two fat hoes [?]
 Drag racing down ocean drive
 With a blindfold covering my eyes
 You wanna fuck with me, you gotta suck my guys
 You want my respect, then don't tell no lies
 Peace signs up out the window like Nixon
 Here creep the po-po, oh no, I'm dippin'
 Flippin' the middle finger up to your children, what was I thinkin'?
 Lettin' these rappers talk to me like they on my level
 Pull out the semi, I'm goin' full metal
 For them hoes and my bros that wanna be a rebel
 Never goin' back, never goin' back,
 Never gonna settle
 Resealed some Karo to serve to my patients
 The free basic 'cademy slabs in the basement
 Homegirls turned to hoes, takin' turns on the greatest
 She's suckin' for publish and sure thinks she made it
 Never the one to take time out to kick it
 Schemin' the dope and I'm callin' the lippin'
 Reuppin' them [?] cause your boy wants a ticket
 Half 'em get flipped 'cause I'm all 'bout the business
 Under half percs 'cause your boy got addictions
 Your percs might be stashed when I come in the building
 Been killin' this game, I'm a lean sippin' villain
 This one for the children who stock off of scripts
 Just pull up, pulled up with an AR, all but 6 shots
 Where they brain off, eight drop
 Trained to kill goon, really AWOL
 Fiend to five, put the fear in his eyes
 Leave him to hang though, fuck what you say though
 Hands on my set when I walk in the spot
 Motherfuckers heavy 'cause I hit on yo thot
 Bitch you stupid, I'm ruthless, I'm truthful
 I do this, I ride for the fightin', I'm slide
 Ride with my double A, a nigga down
 Ride 'round town, cold cut dip a nigga
 Throwin' shade, [?], you a lame
 'Cause I feel no pain, [?]
 I'm on my dumb shit, hoppin', bum shit
 I'm all this, fuck 'bout no cop, I'm on the block is hot shit
 Suck my dick, bad shit