[gun cocked
Nah, we goin [echo] I love bein hated, it it me know that I made it I wouldn't it no other way I wouldn't it for the world Only let's me that I'm loved By so many other that ain't you And as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we keep you up And keep the rug from up under you And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were So much there ain't that we love more than +Pullin Your Skirts Up+ And exposin you hoes so much, are startin to wonder up with them fuckin one dough a man under-els Do unto of you will have done under you So who the fuck you gonna run to When someone runs up with a mask and a gun to you [gun cocks] You will ask youself, how come your Didn't enter that last round that he had in Jackson's ass while he had the chance You keep askin us to it on wax but we can't This is any irrationalization We have captured media attention is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin Soon as we enter the '106th & Park' Someone's gonna get killed and I to God If so much as even touches one of my people put a million on his head And you ain't got the funds to or counteract it But I'd rather rap get into this gangsta shit And it ain't I'm a bitch It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I send my soldiers to war I'm there in the middle of the shit with 'em, so when I do get 'em Orders to storm your headquarters, be fuckin with a ..
McVay] Fuckin with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga greet this lyrical meat cleaver That I eat ya, wanna keep speakin, like it ain't even that deep I got heat that'll a niggaz street [explosion] See I wouldn't with me neither, only heaven can help ya I'll be searchin for you longer the "Legend of Zelda" Without a failure, gonna be hell to tell the Captain that a bassett couldn't even smell ya Body, when I ya, I be on that mob shit You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance You get bombed Lebanon [explosion] with my own tactic I snatch your head like one of Saddam's
Trice] Motherfucker, handle you We can have it out on any A +Average Man+ flipped into an out your mandibles Cannons and ammunition, reload precision Nigga the mechanicals Break the down, you should see them handles The street the child, no read up manuals your crack vows, young Nino Brown Chasin green is the dream, your young and brown Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm in now A 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and all get down Dissolve any problem that enlarge with revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot], c'mon)
While your and tacklin punks I'm chumps, packin a pump That's longer than the elephant [gun cocks] On the streets I'm a beast, I feast the weak So speak beef, I'll shot you and "increase the peace" A monster, pistol packin pushin niggaz off Hondas ya, get it crackin, yankin bitches for they ganja Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mama beat me she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the keys to the truck Shut the fuck up, before you end up in the dump truck Or in the takin a nap, bleedin and Lugged up +Who Want What+ like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten Then it, it will be ten sleepin [gunshots]
Know much about my a ski Don't tustle with my hand Clutch burner, bust it and watch your man bleed We ferocious, toast no Approach us, throw straight from the soldiers (c'mon, [gunshot]) We the soldiers, ya'll the (ha) Youngsters lungs puncture, in a dumpster [gunshot] Upstairs the Munsters, hand full of You scared of the drama, the monster [gun cocks, boof] I'm back nigga (woof), I Shoot like [gunshot], steer clear Blackness, carcass covered cat fish We murkers with no other than practice
There's three things I liars, fakes and cheaters Alcoholics, sluts and wife beaters A gat that describes my I don't even know who song this is Trice] Bitch, Bizarre don't a fuck about no hip hop At my party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing] This Ja beef I ain't gettin in I'll meet an are & be singer to sing at my I turn your face into a fuckin meat I'll fuck your and go fishin with your granny +Shit on You+, I'll pee on R. Kelly too This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's 2"