[gun back]
Nah, we goin [echo] I love hated, it great it Let's me know that I it I have it no other way I wouldn't trade it for the Only let's me know I'm loved By so many other motherfuckers ain't you And as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we fuckin you up And keep the rug from up under you And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy were doin So much there nothin that we love more than +Pullin Your Skirts Up+ And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to What's up with them one dough a man under-els Do others 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 your mans Didn't that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance You askin 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 start buildin Soon as we the '106th & Park' building gonna get killed and I swear to God If someone so much as even one of my people I'll put a million on his And you ain't got the funds to match or it But I'd rather rap than get this gangsta shit And it ain't because I'm a It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't send my to war I'm right there in the of the shit with 'em, so when I do get 'em to storm your headquarters, you'll be fuckin with a ..
[Swifty Fuckin with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga that this lyrical meat cleaver That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, it ain't even that deep I got heat that'll a niggaz street [explosion] See I wouldn't fuck with me neither, heaven can help ya be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda" Without a failure, there's be hell to tell the Captain that a bassett hound couldn't even ya Body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob You Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch You get bombed Lebanon [explosion] with my own tactic I snatch your head like one of kids
Trice] Motherfucker, I'll you We can have it out on any A Man+ flipped into an animal Shoot out your Cannons and ammunition, reload with Nigga know the the pistol down, you should see them handles The street taught the child, no read up Push crack vows, young Nino Brown Chasin is the dream, when your young and brown Bound to be a child, look what I'm involved in now A 'Dozen niggaz and they all get down Dissolve any problem that enlarge ours When revolvers we "all men get down" ([gunshot], c'mon)
While your and tacklin punks I'm handlin chumps, a pump That's longer the elephant trunk [gun cocks] On the streets I'm a beast, I 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 beat me enough When she was sleepin stuff, I was the keys to the truck Shut the fuck up, before you end up in the dump truck Or in the streets takin a nap, and Lugged up +Who Want What+ 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 my hand speed your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed We ferocious, no holsters us, throw heat straight from the soldiers (c'mon, [gunshot]) We the soldiers, the youngsters (ha) Youngsters lungs puncture, in a dumpster [gunshot] Upstairs the Munsters, full of drama You of the drama, bomber the monster [gun cocks, boof] I'm back (woof), I reappear Shoot like [gunshot], steer clear Blackness, covered with cat fish We murkers with no purpose other than
There's three I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin beaters A gat describes my life I don't even know who this is [Obie Trice] Bitch, Bizarre don't give a about no hip hop At my release 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 meat patty fuck your 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"