've taken it and built a mall And now they're playin' your song They're playin' playin' your song They're playin' playin' your song They're playin' playin' your song
his is it, your time is through You're boring! You're rambling on, no end in sight You're boring! No need to thank your parakeet You're boring! Look at
me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny lays in my hands, gat
You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin' Duct tapin', your fam destiny, lays in my hands Gat lays in my waist, Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under your
) If I needed would you, give me your kidneys? (Uhh, uhh, fo' sho') Catch a case you catch it with me? (Mmm, fo' sho') Pawn your jewlery to come get me
of shakin' you I mean what can I say, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And turn it up on your radio
[Gudda Gudda] I gets it in all day In the studio all work, no play I could pay a visit to your block broad day Fuck what ya'll say I spit raw hard yay
well I'm number 1 Do Vector calculus just for fun I ain't got a gat but I gotta soldering gun Happy Days is my favorite theme song I can sure kick your
cal go and get your burns, spit that Big gat, tiger money, holdin one, get that Bring beef where your motherfucking cribs at Shove knives in your chest where your
caught Well it's all about his mo thug music Put my name in your mouth and a nigga gon' do you Who the fuck them niggas tryin' to play? Lay don't stop
probably so mad you wanna hollow me But you won't be so lucky today so swallow me Got your GS4 and your Bentley rose took all of your clothes And 99
thought not You might get beat down and stomped like Sasquatch Your girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna fuck her Psych, I already stuck her I got rhymes to make your
jacking is how They get paid, pull out a gat and break your ass down Nigga show no fear, but you scared as hell And your partner riding which he's prepared
new What happened to your funk, did you lose it? Or did you get juked by dangerous music? We stole all your money, and all your songs Done you like
.A., Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah, we live this shit We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters Weed smokers, money holders that's right We Latin-thug type, gat
, nigga bring your cheese and Get up, 'cause nigga we'll lay you down You don't wanna be six feet underground So get up, we don't play around You gotta watch your
I play the back, cause I'm scared of A-I-D, S to the next paragraph I must move on You might know my face (why) cause I made a funky song [W.C. and Coolio
on You hot 16 I'm a very great song (Yeah!) Been beating on the DJ before the Ma$e song (yeah!) You play Clake Kent you better have your cake on (What
