big my first name Im a westsider, detroit player Fuck around and i might bring back gators Everyday i leave the crib with no money And come back later with
the locksmith Started a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote Engage in a page, and with words
meet you Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?" Across the room your silhouette starts to make its way to me The playful conversation starts Counter all
the high windows Just to see you make your way to the starting gate and go Maybe you could find a way to be nice See me coming up in a line and let a
painted that picture. Il stay with you when your thick, But please stay thinner. J- Kwon. Girl I love you in the worst way. Stick through the rain, -. Bottom line
, my niggas Chris and J Now it's best you move out my way 'Cuz ya'll been havin' bad days ever since I took place Who's with fast names casin' 'um wit
I'm bad word to mothers I'm a bad, yo, word to the mother I'm a bad, yo, word to the mother I'm a bad, yo, word to the mother I'm a bad (Bad, bad and
're the new kids on the block. We're also devistating when we're on stage The fans start screaming and yelling with rage With mic's in hand and rhymes with
got our focus up St. Lunatics, nigga know that, know that Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds Start readin' some things, we got it, holla at us, c'mon Easy with
fossils and crazed right A rude awakening and but now I'm alert And that's right down my line of work The whole brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with
and the boys called "The Dangerous Crew" I used to be local till I signed with Jive Too $hort then went nationwide I went to Georgia with the Too $hort
dizy lizys who used to dance for you, your through I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted You're addicted to the words you inflicted Time after time, line after line
the oven and she started to cook But when I put her on the spot, she could not hang With my so rough, so tough Playboy game I only said two words, something
cousin at the same time With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth And you know damn well what I'm talkin' about I'm the Too $hort, baby, way too cold So mothafuck
then 5 years down the line the mood started to switch, right up to now even walking to the shop is a risk, see the youths are fighting with guns instead
door again Now, it all started with my father I must've got my pimpin' genes from him, the way he left my momma I'm a rolling stone just like him, word
when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line
Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him Until Ja started yappin' in magazines