'll buy you a fifth I can't stand no sneaker wearin nappy head bitch Let my pedigree, rebreed me, they're so cheap Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with
Under pressure, yeah, baby The pressure's on, Thug Life When it's on, it's on One of these days I'll, learn, don't fuck with trick-ass niggaz 'Cause
night with my late night freak Nigga on the creep once the city falls asleep I like to dig these hoes, dig this here I bust a nut in a magic trick
Late night with my late night freak Nigga on the creep once the city fall asleep I like to dig these hoes,dig this here I bust a nut in a magic trick
nigga dat ya meet in the rim store From the first to tha tenth floor, baby I got it From the minks in tha closet to the cars in the wallets I know the trick
mathematical, actual dollar figures make a nigga feel bigger Cap pealer for the soldiers, have a nigga feel older And another gift from a sweet lick to a cheap trick
nigga, I done hit blocks I done sold rocks, tha cheap shit had to stop I had to be tha biggest nigga on VL block So I bust open me a quarter ki spot
the demon so cheap and at least she go peepin go peep deep dead in yo pockets no sleep Rollin with my crucifix Lucifer usually uses the rule of these wicked tricks
fittin to talk to me I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap) [Verse 2 - Chamillionaire -
words) (action speaks louder) [ verse 1: scarface ] Roll em up and I smoke em Tried to break, so I broke em Busted his ass in the head, that's when I
know that they said Bust 'em in the back, bust 'em, bust 'em, bust 'em in the back Bust 'em in the back, bust 'em, bust 'em, bust 'em in the back And
of human zoo? A daily treat full of lies and deceit. My pleasure's begun with Jenny Washington. Cause dad's from Mars and baby likes porno flicks. Mom hates the blacks and junior's turning tricks
caravan on my way to Maryland with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs And when he start to bust he like
fittin to talk to me I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap) [Verse 2: Chamillionaire -
Where are my enemies, they better duck Where are my enemies, they better run-run-run Bust-bust back, bust-bust-bust back Bust-bust-bust back That's how
the god of the hood) You ain't hood if you don't know what I'm talking about (Busta bust bitches) I'm so hood [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] See all i know
B:] From the land of cheap work and steady licks With pounds of 'dro and Impala bricks We grind to eat, and eat to live This shit for real, these ain't no tricks