so dope when you smoke you nod And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song Yo, we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars Kids
a muh****ker rider Custom made Airs and my shoes never tied up Hardcore sh****, do it eazier than wider While you sittin', home gettin' baby mama drama Jersey, Uptown, go, pick my weed up
a bomb where you pick your mail up It's bricks, so y'all hit the fallout shelter Doc, niggaz, bitches, jump up Criminals, hustlers, hoes, jump up Yo
wonder what I would do While loud on this staff like birds one and two My crew runs thicka than syrup from the burough You get hurt up, word up, jam-
freak something to die for, hey I stick twenty, twenty-four, that's how high I go, ho And smoke like a chimney, puffing that hydro, hey Now, every time I'm up
in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From
down to reach the top I tell all my homies 'Play these hoes' Don't eat the pussy and play these hoes 'Cause some of these hoes get tore up smoking Bitches
bitches, hoes, and all that shit Here's another rap that I'm ready to spit It goes like this, my name is $hort I'm tearin' shit up like never before
me Because I'm known to fuck and gettin my dick sucked So black yo wanna act up, you betta back up 'fore you get slapped up like biscuits Sucked on like
to you get get that weed sac, oh here they go, wit my sock hey put your seat belt on cuz theres hella cops parked up the block, well nigaa bust a uey then, nigga fire up
body up wit color's icy Hurricane, slurricane, some smoke cane May not take the chronic to the brain and won't change It can't change, even if you smoke
ya'll? Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal
no I'm jus not givin up na I don't give a fuck yeah I'm gunna live it up so bring your boys an ill hit em up now pass me the mike let me rip it up
you dont give a fuck blow him up put him down kill em up tear em up put em down if he acts tough shut em up put em down getting high let em ride put
the microphone I got Cube melting in a tray Pulling up his card and fucking up his good day Unoriginal rap veteran, the nigga who say He don't steal
, what's next?" They got my homey hemmed up and they all around Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound I gotta come up real