voice was I wanted to talk to you so badly But I didn't know how to come on Because you've got that kind of beauty That makes people nervous I know it's fucked
the party like my name was Bad Bitch All these haters mad because I'm so established They know I'm a beast, yeah, I'm a fucking fab bitch Haters you can kill
war? Take notes Real gangstas wear trench coats, grey suits, black ties And they seek votes and you're not to be misled They'll kill you in your fuckin
Yeah Yeah Check this out: now I'm black But black people trip Cause white people like me White people like me But don't like them What's the fuck up
my real niggas out there Fuck all you buster-ass niggas, word Saturday night in L.A., time to play My peoples hummin' like a vibrator, gotta make crime
Ice-T, I'd like to send This special shout out, 'Fuck the police, fuck the F.B.I., fuck the D.E.A. Fuck the C.I.A., fuck Tipper Gore, Bush and his cripple
case of hand grenades Tell us what to do Fuck you Tell us what to do Fuck you Tell us what to do Fuck you Tell us what to do Fuck you You know what
the party like my name was that bitch all these haters mad because I'm so established they know I`m a beast yeah I'm a fucking savage haters you can kill
an ass so nice Night time talking off your tight Have have a ''G'' night night Getting head on a flight flight 20 hours flight , i ain't never been A hater mother fucker
yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death bed Screaming F that yeah super Ill Baby, what the deal, we can chill Split half a pill and a happy meal, fuck
scream fuck the world not the people, Nope. Yes, but in the belly of the beast, people get swallowed like meat, eat. And your president was lying while my people
and let 'em know that we don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck Look, I don't curse but in this verse man, fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and
fuck I want, Hate me all the fuck you want, Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO fuck, Prison
the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her Life is the bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture You know father
niqqas skipping scenes Be good or be good at it Fucking right, I got my gun, semi-Cartermatic Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's fuck
those who point the finger at me Who criticize and talk shit so freely Fuck double XL, you're a size too small I should hire Eminem so we can kill you
bottom I sent two letters back in autumn You must not have got 'em It probably was a problem At the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses Too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways fuck
Run niggas to the island I pack most After the gun burst quench my blood thirst We will be leavin' you much worse so one hearse Yo, now we embellish fuck