[gun back]
Nah, we ain't [echo] I bein hated, it great it Let's me 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 other motherfuckers that ain't you And as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we fuckin you up And pullin the rug from up under you And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy were doin So much there ain't nothin that we love more than +Pullin Skirts Up+ And you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder What's up 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 round that 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 any irrationalization We have captured national media is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin Soon as we the '106th & Park' building Someone's get killed and I swear to God If someone so as even touches one of my people put a million on his head And you ain't got the to match or counteract it But I'd rather rap than get this gangsta shit And it ain't I'm a bitch It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm I'm a general, I Bush, I don't send 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, you'll be fuckin 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 ain't even deep I got heat sweep a niggaz street [explosion] See I wouldn't fuck with me neither, only can help ya I'll be for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda" Without a failure, there's gonna be to tell the that a bassett hound couldn't even smell ya Body, when I hide ya, I be on mob shit You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance You get bombed like [explosion] with my own tactic I snatch your like one of Saddam's kids
[Obie Motherfucker, handle you We can it out on any Avenue A Man+ flipped into an animal Shoot out mandibles and ammunition, reload with precision Nigga know the Break the down, you should see them handles The taught the child, no read up manuals Push your crack vows, young Nino Chasin green is the dream, when your young and 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 tacklin I'm handlin chumps, a pump That's longer than the trunk [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 off they Hondas Starve ya, get it crackin, bitches for they ganja Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mama beat me When she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the keys to the the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck Or in the streets a nap, bleedin and Lugged up +Who Want What+ like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten Then fuck it, it will be ten sleepin
Know much my a land ski tustle with my hand 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 the Munsters, hand full of drama You scared of the drama, the monster [gun cocks, boof] I'm nigga (woof), I reappear Shoot [gunshot], homie steer clear Blackness, carcass covered cat fish We murkers with no purpose other practice
There's three things I hate: liars, fakes and Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin beaters A gat that my life I don't even know who song this is Trice] Bitch, Bizarre don't give a about no hip hop At my release party in a pink tank top in [laughing] This Ja beef I ain't gettin in I'll meet an are & be singer to at my wedding I turn your face into a fuckin patty I'll your mommy and go fishin with your granny +Shit on You+, I'll pee on R. Kelly too This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's 2"