[gun cocked
Nah, we ain't [echo] I love hated, it great it me know that I made it I wouldn't have it no way I wouldn't trade it for the Only me know that I'm loved By so many other that ain't you And as long, as you keep fuckin us, we keep fuckin 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 +Pullin Your Up+ And exposin you hoes so much, people are 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 motherfuckers run to When someone runs up a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks] You ask youself, how come your mans Didn't enter that round that he had in Curtis 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 national media attention is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin Soon as we enter the & Park' building Someone's gonna get killed and I to God If so much as even touches one of my people I'll put a on his head And you ain't got the funds to match or it But I'd rap than get into this gangsta shit And it ain't because I'm a 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, you'll be with a ..
McVay] Fuckin with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga greet this lyrical meat cleaver That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it even that deep I got heat sweep a niggaz street [explosion] See I wouldn't fuck with me neither, heaven can help 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, I hide ya, I be on that mob shit You another Hoffa, under the bitch You get bombed like Lebanon with my own tactic I snatch your head like one of Saddam's
Trice] Motherfucker, handle you We can it out on any Avenue A +Average Man+ flipped an animal out your mandibles Cannons and ammunition, reload 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 green is the dream, your young and brown Bound to be a problem child, look I'm involved in now A 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and all get down any problem that enlarge with ours When revolvers we "all men get down" ([gunshot], c'mon)
While your and tacklin punks I'm handlin chumps, a pump longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks] On the streets I'm a beast, I upon the weak So speak beef, I'll shot you and "increase the peace" A monster, pistol packin niggaz off they Hondas Starve ya, get it crackin, bitches for they ganja Sneaky as fuck, I don't mama beat me enough When she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the to the truck Shut the fuck up, before you end up in the dump truck Or in the streets takin a nap, bleedin and up +Who Want What+ like M. Bleek, with heat if you ten deep Then it, it will be ten sleepin [gunshots]
Know much my a land ski Don't tustle with my speed Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man We ferocious, no holsters us, throw heat straight from the soldiers (c'mon, [gunshot]) We the soldiers, the youngsters (ha) lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster [gunshot] Upstairs the Munsters, full of drama You scared of the drama, bomber the monster cocks, boof] I'm back nigga (woof), I Shoot like [gunshot], steer clear Blackness, carcass covered cat fish We murkers no purpose other than practice
There's three things I liars, fakes and cheaters Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin beaters A gat that describes my I don't even know who this is [Obie Trice] Bitch, don't give a fuck about no hip hop At my release party in a pink 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 +Shit on You+, I'll pee on R. too This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's 2"