Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
know you didn't feel it when a nigga didn't call ya Keep your CD, save your money, it's hard to make a dollar You wastin' your time, swallow your pride
Now, dog, who ya gonna call? Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off, and Leathaface is not a punk-bitch So a nigga just can't fuck
playin' with a fully grown man With a fully blown plan, with a fully loaded clip I'ma go up in your shit I don't play with little kids, I spank that
't be dying Bone Thugs Negro Don't know where you are? It can't be over It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout? Nigga gimme a drink And tha
test the skill Look a nigga up and down like, "Is you for real?" Better chill or catch a reflex Have a nigga on the ground screamin, "Respect!" [Thin C
heat I'm a motherfuckin g and if I'm lyin then poof May the Lord strike me dead in this motherfuckin booth I'm the truth, emeritus, the F-A-C The M to
keep my glock inside my pants, don?t give niggas a chance To put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards Until the day I die, you catch a nigga high on
that I ain't give a fuck how I got it It was real as that So if I had to peel a cat Somebody was dead then Since I'm a killer That's the condition my
ain't shit to me, you a hoe in fifth degree, a discharge from a dick Disease, you lil' maggot, part time thug for a faggot Plastic ass chump, you don'
shit'll spread like a rash The way they ass wiggles see I got the shit on a smash now listen I light the L smell a wiff of the hash And bag all the bitches
Guerilla Black, the one they talking about Wit a fresh throw way and some dope in my mouth Just trying to make a liven C P T, hard times that's a given
A-C (whattup) And comin up to the right of me, WE got the U-A-C (come on) And in back of me, yo WE got the U-A-C And in front of me (BAW!) is a dead
s unbalances got out of hand Ain't have to seesaw, I'm already scared I been called to every parent that guide us Not D.C. this whole fucking genre And I ain't
Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner Wake up every mornin' write a new banger That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P Or the H A V O C
on my leg Polo men on my tee Jordan aint no kiddin me But I keep 'em on my feet I like a big ghetto booty on a P.Y.T With a 5th Ave S.W.A.G Something
there. Jumpshot porta mah pick a teddy bear. G4 pay 4 take us anywhere, aint nuthin but a goodlife waitin over here. Wait by the phone, waiting for her call