putos talkin shit when im all up in it fuck you bitch eat a dick you aint slick when you enter in my block you You ain't shit who wanna mess with
[Mr. Lil One] (Laughing) Hey Shadow [Mr. Shadow] Sup Dawg [Mr. Lil One] See that mothafucka over there tryin to mad doggin He's lookin like the sun'
Plotting to raid the spot, but I ain't having that Hell nah, it's never enough And all you jealous motherfuckers say I'm doing too much I know it's hard
it's Me and my dawgs from the town of the baddest, The night isn't over until I say it's over Hour after hour more hits coming over I toldcha that it ain
[Mr. Shadow] It's the master of the dark Stalkin anybody talking about the incident Tryin to blow it like if I was the president Narcotic selling resident
keep it nice and fluffy This is for you uniforms trying to handcuff me Now pass me another brew, we ain't through It's barely getting started, ain't
early mist If you ain't on the list then you ain't wanted here Bring all the cups and the brew over here Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside Westside
shadows Ain't no puppets in the mix, just a bag of tricks Sticks and stone, may break your bones But rhymes and microphones be unloaded like a chrome Leave it
[Mr. Shadow] It's the master of the dark Stalkin anybody talking about the incident Tryin to blow it like if I was the president Narcotic selling
out, get money It ain't funny in this land of milk and honey Keep it on the realer, I gotta make my scrilla It's nothing new, it makes the world go round
don't know Hey dog let's get this shit popping It ain't stopping till the clothes start dropping Lights, camera, action It's Mr. Shadow babygirl, I
kilo Ain't no need for all this envy Let me get my automatic gettin' rid of static Can't help it my habbit is gettin' dramatic, can't stand it, God dammit
phat ass tracks For the bitches For the hoes And the nickel bags Peep it out Hey dawg tell em what time it is Homie [Mr. Shadow] To all my people in
briddicks Anyone who ain't feeling my shidit can suck my didick You need to quit it, if you ain't spittin More than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't
kids set the glock With a ferocity, seemin as it's inbread While I stated innocent, but stressing it You sure that it was decolit, It could of been an
scene Make the old ladies scream Oh no, I don't believe it but you seen it redrum murda baby All they saw was the shadows, of the dark so they can't
misspelled my name. Wouldn't you know it! With a "K"! He can't take a joke, now can he Sensitive, ain't he? Does he think only niggers get shit? We Irish
