, bounce What's a sucka? The type nigga run around frontin' Aim with the click but still be Most Wanted What's a sucka? Type that start it but won't
Na, I don't think so. It's seven. Whatever, dude. It's the P-a-t-r-i-c-k with the t-h-c m d-m- a So listen while I wreck it Then listen to the record
the DVD I can hear Pimp C hollin' 'bout 'Look at me, look at me' I'm the spices in the Gumbo, I'm the fries at Popeye's I ain't retarted, I'm retunto
on it, pulling it, before I knew it, sucking it, ended up fucking it I guess I'm a weak man it's hard to understand my homeboy's girlfriend What am
or perpetratin no crime Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C. Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd
it fuk wit it ill bust niggas dat sucks and bucks wit it im nutz wit it stupid d-u-m-b keep a bitch broke like huey mc im a p-i-m-p straight up out
we live Gotta struggle to survive, that's why some MC's get blitzed Situations got your mind in control, that's how you roll But don't step to M E D,
the romp baby And I'm on my way to the top baby I got a one way ticket, theres not return And sucka MC's better wait your turn 'Cause I'm a fly young
if it's weed Skunk with no seeds! - A sip of Hennessy. Pass to D! - Or maybe movin' solo! Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no. Tell me I ain
I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
niggaz laugh at us The reason why D.J.?s didn?t have a clue I was fabulous Now a days, not playin my records well, hell it?s hazardous All this cussin
I'm it just got up inhaling chronic The oddest I'm staying honest I'm bout to make it famous So you can take that J.O.B. and You can shove it up your
if it's weed Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy Pass to D, or maybe movin solo Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no Tell me I ain't the
BROther ?uestion] It's me the BROther ?uestion on the M-I-C to flow To bust a fat rat-a-tat rhyme one mo' gen' I'm flexin with my mental verbalistic chocolate
mind's quite strong Wreck it nice and proper if it's on I'm finsta to stop her If I'm swingin for the knockout, best believe I'm fit to drop her Ninety
C] Yeah Willis [I] Willis ain't talkin about nuthin! [C] It's Different Strokes [I] Let's get back to umm, breakfast foods [I] because it's, early in
d die We like Thelma and JJ, Brandy and Ray J Anyone against C and C, pulled a AK Thinkin' 'bout sucking your dick, had me sick But if I lost my mind, you'd
I'm movin I be hurtin ya I'm puttin on way to much drinks so it is curtains for ya Bitches I'm a blast and the bitches are never after These punk ass