[gun cocked
Nah, we ain't goin I bein hated, it great it me know that I made it I wouldn't it no other way I wouldn't it for the world let's me know that I'm loved By so other motherfuckers that ain't you And as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we keep you up And keep pullin the rug up under you And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what doin So much there ain't nothin that we love more than Your Skirts Up+ And you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder What's up with them 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 and puts a gun to you [gun cocks] You ask youself, how come your mans Didn't enter that last round he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance You keep us to keep it on wax but we can't This is past any We have national media attention Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start as we enter the '106th & Park' building Someone's gonna get and I swear to God If someone so much as even 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 than get into this shit And it because 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 don't my soldiers to war I'm right 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 that greet this lyrical meat cleaver That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it ain't even that I got heat that'll sweep a street [explosion] See I wouldn't fuck with me neither, only heaven can ya I'll be searchin for you than the "Legend of Zelda" a failure, there's gonna be hell to tell the Captain that a hound couldn't even smell ya Body, when I ya, I be on that mob shit You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance You get bombed like Lebanon [explosion] with my own I snatch your head one of Saddam's kids
Trice] Motherfucker, handle you We can have it out on any A +Average Man+ flipped an animal Shoot out your Cannons and ammunition, with precision know the mechanicals Break the pistol down, you see them handles The street taught the child, no up manuals Push your vows, young Nino Brown Chasin is the dream, when your young and brown Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm in now A 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and they all get Dissolve any problem that enlarge ours When we said "all men get down" ([gunshot], c'mon)
While your punchin and punks I'm chumps, packin a pump longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks] On the I'm a beast, I feast upon the weak So speak beef, shot you and scream "increase the peace" A monster, pistol pushin niggaz off they Hondas Starve ya, get it crackin, yankin for they ganja Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mama me enough When she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the keys to the Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the truck Or in the takin a nap, bleedin and Lugged up +Who What+ like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep Then it, it will be ten sleepin [gunshots]
Know about my a land ski Don't tustle with my speed Clutch your burner, bust it and your man bleed We ferocious, toast no Approach us, throw heat from the soldiers (c'mon, [gunshot]) We the soldiers, the youngsters (ha) Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster Upstairs the Munsters, hand full of You scared of the drama, bomber the [gun cocks, boof] I'm back (woof), I reappear Shoot [gunshot], homie steer clear Blackness, carcass covered with cat We with no purpose other than practice
There's three things I hate: liars, and cheaters Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin beaters A gat that describes my I don't even know who song is [Obie Trice] Bitch, Bizarre give a fuck about no hip hop At my party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing] This Ja Rule beef I ain't in I'll meet an are & be singer to at my wedding I turn your face into a fuckin meat I'll fuck mommy and go fishin with your granny I'll on You+, I'll pee on R. Kelly too This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's 2"