I knows this life Sell a little crack and my flows is tight I'm clear on my choice and what's cold is I can still hear my grandma's voice She say, "
dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back I got my Uzi back you dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured
dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured
has rung and now it's seconds out I'm just a man but I try to be a human I'm just a man but I try to be a human Now the inmates are in charge of the
a track wit us or some shit? We the billion dollar boys club. What you got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that? Three rings and a hair cut or some
rape the holy mans mind burn his skin, reject his faith and swarm the fucker with flies I'm the homicidal drive inside the murdering soul hear my voice, squeeze
got you coming up to air Better check your pulse This is multiple choice Or true or false Now here is the question, a, b or c Do you feel you can deal with a man like me Well if the answer is
girls, ooh! Bad girls, ooh! Blond girls, ooh! Ooh, ooh, ooh! I'm a sex goddess! It isn't a sexual thing, it's a political thing! You're a woman... Be
dope I saw a new nigga, sittin behind a big desk Wit a big head and a big chest And a big belly, talkin on a celly Hatin real players, cuttin niggas
bare hands, Squeeze and spray blood You iller than me? Gimme a call: W-W-W-N-A-M-I-org Dear boss, You mind if I share my thoughts? Psychotherapy is
on, now, Sean You'll be late for the plane" but that crack in her voice Betrays the fact that you made your choice A long time ago, now there's no turnin
fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid fuck it! I heat it like a tea pot - steam hot upon the roof, shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot take
I'm just a token of your flirtation Nothing more than a description You're just a guy, just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe
saw a new nigga, sittin behind a big desk Wit a big head and a big chest And a big belly, talkin on a celly Hatin real players, cuttin niggas throats
Boogie rookie from M.O.P., squeeze What it's gon' be, I'll stomp, you flinch The A.K, aiy, Shareetha Lynch, I'm givin' you a hint To get it'll take a
s the kicker, it doesn't matter i've got my tongue in my cheek so far it makes me mute heaven is a joke and hell is a lie, pay attention son 'cause these
on more streets, the beef on it's no sleep There's more heat for police, Check the guns we squeezing We [Voice Talking] shoot em'up we leave them buried in a
a fucking dickrider The clip slider, love to blast a mag, you're a fag You love being ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya