away Come on man let me fuck her first This my shit Shut up, what I need is his cock in my ass Uhh uhh uhh you like it don't you? Let's get high and
you's a boy I knew you back when you was broke wearin' Bugle Boys Now you got tattoos ooh! You big killa I won't hesitate to slap you, you still a bitch
I told this bitch in gym class That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Slim Fast (Who Me?) Yeah bitch you so big you walked into big Tanny's and
you, slash you, knife you, mask and glove, midnight you But just not write you, cause I ain't like you You're just a fad, your double-time raps? Just
let's get it popping It's on we dropping that homegrown ghetto to ghetto topic Flip shit rip shit quick bit sick with this shit here Explicit content
no problem with you fucking me But I have a little problem with you not fucking me Baby you know I'll take care of you Cause you say you got my baby,
Wesson's, glocks and lugers AK's, AR 15's Mack elevens and M-16's High caliber, so why try it? You live by it, so you die by it A muthafuckin' gun... [
Smith and Wesson's, glocks and lugers AK's, AR 15's Mack elevens and M-16's High caliber, so why try it? You live by it, so you die by it A muthafuckin
hanging around my neck just like a noose. It's strangling away my life, or what's left of it. I swear there's got to be a mix-up, let's get this straight
Slap ya with salami cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear bass But you feel the thunder You get cooked
the Jay's this nigga lay He pump trays Try'n to get the Memph man put away His next option Pack up get out of dodge When he caught I'ma let the fifth
with whoever now Let's get it on Best to come with your best gun Niggas be rollin', it's all war no fun Niggas be holdin', you niggas under pressure now
the canyons of your minds (POO-AAH!) "ETHELL, wanna get a cuppa cawfee?" (Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's!) "Ahhh! there's
it's autographs I be signing Instead of police papers Caught scheming, not pulling capers, no fed time Just mental healing What you dealing with? The angelic uplift It's
You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I) (Why I'm yours if you got enough money to buy) (You better stop with the compliments
you ready to blaze nigga you ain't mad (What the fuck you think you doing..........) I give a fuck who you ridin with or that nigga that you slidin with