Fuck the toughest I'm dangerous rowdy Motherfuckers are up and outty the sucker plucker Since found me Openin' up a can of clash clicks six-packs of ass Pints and fifths of asses, to ashes
You've spined, twisted Blistered and spun up in and Shit boy ya free paper bum, it's called I got Like Poonanny to
I saw selected son for my selection stretchin' sections Etchin' and to revive, reset and then set inspections For the wet ones to the ones, yes one, step son and get one Comin' from is the line yours for a nine war
Walk nigga mind yours of crime wars find yours The hot one spot one, shock one and stop one Crews will as tough as Tonka Now I got one
I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh I got connections, I get that ass stuck glue I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh I got connections, I get that ass stuck glue
State of shock, it's a greater that made us stop The thunder with under will make the whole of cradle rock, hah Ken just hit me on the horn in California in Fort July Fourth you're sworn to bangin' and warrin' Road Dawgs you assume right first kick
Practic of a great Western-type saloon fight Caution courage what I bring I approach this Punks stays focused, notice And commotion's of cruddy's Top gun and motion East Coastin' deep Throughout notions of all the I'm closin'
Aiyyo, I play emcees this I look 'em in the eye I know tense And I break him like a so I know there's no defense So at night when I creep, want 'em, while he's awake not asleep By the way all I seek all I keep, so sleep
what's the realest? Rap pillars got the power to blow up here to the Watts Tower Niggas can us, do you wanna deal us?
It be the in Naughty it takes a fool to learn that Love don't nobody My department be remember that Love got connections ain't no motherfuckin' question
I'm deep with a vendetta Silence prospectors, to my lectures Constructed as Expressions of terror shakin' cold fingers of careers I spear for a year full of nightmares
Get 'em back and don't near me When appraochin' me come sincerely I don't the that don't like that I stack papers, yearly Merely mentioned men they don't come to Vin
Anywhere I go, everywhere I I'm bringin' it back home to my and I got friends And friends don't let their drive drunk So I suggest you your friends before I go and pop my trunk And best I come correct so yo, what you wanna do?
I got connections, I get that ass like glue
Aiyyo, up nigga? I here you the man now yo (Yo whattup my nigga, you know I the man) (But I got connections right for you you need?) Yeah, yeah, yo, yo check out I need you to handle a something for me on the real though
(You know I not, can't slip and do that right now) (But I got somebody to through) Nah, nah, nah, yo, yo, I need you to take of it man (Yo, I put on everything I love, man, it's real sneaky, sister hood) Females sneak up in and come through (Yeah)
235 degrees and the mics about to be season on those who treason I'm droppin' drinks like a of cool breeze, then Intoxication, a copies in circulation Just a small indication to let you know Kandi
no intimidation on this naughty demonstration Eighteen a hundred niggas that I run with On one shit keepin' you outnumbered Collidin' with perfection, every can't pay enough protection 'Cause I got the Illtown to Inglewood