Yeah, Detroit, DJ Lantern, D-12, we ain't goin' nowhere We still smokin' crack, Let 'em
Bitch, talkin', keep on poppin' off Flip them jaws because we stoppin' We ain't got to shit to y'all So all y'all can lick the and keep walkin'
Keep on poppin' that you poppin' 'Cause we ain't 'cause you ain't stoppin' us We ain't got to prove to y'all So all can lick the balls and keep walkin'
on, yo, the derelict's back, I'm blazin' niggaz While they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed, I even my therapist crack You niggaz is bitches, up, I'm bearin' the facts I love pussy with all my but I married a gat
And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't play me I'll blow tattoos all over your baby seat and all get hit, peers and all The Mosberg'll your back, liver, ribs and all
Kuniva's a street talker, heat sparker to starter Packin' when I'm sleepwalkin', bitch, keep talkin Throw a firebomb down chimney While eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a semi
with the hands, never bow down to another man I was poppin' while you was still poppin' some rubber bands Smother your clan, sever your and your legs And mail your brother heart and send your mother your head
I'm the one, you bitch that touch ya, type of brother That'll fuck mother, wit a fishnet rubber A belligerent and rowdy That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on
When it to beefin', it ain't no explainin' I change your with a stainless I'm contained wit an anguish to leave you I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to your face with
Niggaz don't say shit, fuck hype, man If there's a bystander by, I'm firin' at cha 'Cause I can, you get like pop cans be shooting 7Up in your mouth, man
I'm about to your mama bud and lace it So when she fire it up she blood, I love to see 'em wasted I'm made to behave in this You try to be brave in a rage your legs will be
Bitch, talkin', keep on poppin' off them jaws because we ain't stoppin' We ain't got to prove to y'all So all y'all can the balls and keep walkin'
Keep on poppin' that shit you 'Cause we stoppin' 'cause you ain't stoppin' us We ain't got to prove to y'all So all y'all can lick the and keep walkin'
Bizzy, on, I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule I'm to talk about Lil' Ray Ray and what I'ma do Sorry, I gonna mention you, you'll probably sue Next week, shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive)
The first time I had sex, a mattress No condom, my bent over backwards Bizarre been fuckin' raw all Let's make a trade, my wife for your
Psych, I'm not I'm an transsexual with one testicle (One nut) And I ain't sayin' 'cause it rhyme I got cancer, I'm dyin'
Yayiyay, rest in peace, Jam Jay and Notorious B.I.G., c'mon
I'm widely the best, God in the Blow heart out of your chest And chest out of your vest your body a mess, streets bloody as hell Study my 12, I cut him he
A druggie on bail, nutty as With light, bud, he revealed, dead or in jail headed for Hell Together bells and blonde guy, get your lungs hard Leave you full of holes Spongebob
We can take this from your front door to CEO office Got the key to coffin, so bitch, keep talkin your office, we takin' over Or get Chyna mixed with baking soda Ya hear me, get
Fuckin' And this is mixtape shit, you fuckin' morons This ain't over brawn is bullies over fuckin' pussies, come on
Bitch, talkin', keep on poppin' off Flip them jaws because we ain't We ain't got to shit to y'all So all y'all can the balls and keep walkin'
Keep on poppin' that shit you 'Cause we stoppin' 'cause you ain't stoppin' us We got to prove shit to y'all So all y'all can lick the and keep walkin'