And I all my groups like kill? 'Cause that's where the money's at honey Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats R n' B mixed with sloppy raps Tribes like
building I'm the smack man! - I got a back hand like Serena Williams! He hungry like them Africans on the TV asking feed the children Even though he be eating like
Why you think the traffic lights, they blink at late night They don't want you to stop 'Cuz the streets'll be filled wit red stripes Like Jamaican beer, we fry 'em like
a brick phone, to a flip phone Thought I had it made, switched zip codes Used to get high cause I'd get bored Felt like I was, felt like I was felt like
spit the Remy or laugh in ya face This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place Shatter that ass, like glass, and break fast like a neglige Play
uh I don't know I might of said it I was kinda gone and light-headed My jacket kinda fresh, bright red-ed And as usual my pants tight threaded It seem like
flop And I fuck that pile of shit, my kind of bitch My kind of bitch My kind of bitch gots one good tittie The other one's skinny and red My kind of
for the purpose of splitting some craniums Shit, we be illuminati at this thug pit though Treating fake thugs like a hoe, tell 'em D-Loc (Spit!) [D-Loc
splitting some craniums Shit, we be illuminati at this thug pit though Treating fake thugs like a hoe, tell em D-Loc (Violent J - Spit!) (D-Loc)
psycho Ask me what's my psycho You could eat it on my psycho You could beat it like you Micheal I want my cut like lypo Feel cheated on like ? By Tiger
Pimp up through the Pimp up through the red see like moses the coldest phenomenon Let me take ya to the place where giliteen dreams And triple beams
Yeah, it's Thugline baby Real mothafuckers thugs back in this... [Verse 2: Krayzie] We got this mothafucka just tazz and all these bustas like they stole
They ready for the kid to say lay, yeah This the boy Cassidy man And I'm feeling like a red nose that we just let out the cage man I'm ready to bite
. Or put that red light on ya head, and have led poppin' out the toaster like a slice of bread. I can handle gats, Im on fire like candle wax, My pockets
baby freak freak baby Freak baby freak freak baby Red light green light Red light green light Red light green light Red light green light Red light
bit of steel burns like a red-hot spit When the mercury is a frozen ball and the frost-fiend stalks to kill Well it was just like that that day when
paint the sky red like the crimson tide Flow retarded special olympics kind that gold metal heavy but it fit just fine So, I just had to spit this rhyme Spit like
ima bad bitch on all fours the president be like its all yours Weezy and Nicki bring the A game high stats go to heaven like Ricky and his eye patch all up in it like