[gun cocked
Nah, we ain't goin I bein hated, it great it Let's me know that I it I wouldn't it no other 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 with us, we keep you up And keep the rug from up under you And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy were doin So there ain't nothin that we love more than +Pullin Your Skirts Up+ And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to up with them fuckin one dough a man under-els Do unto others of you have done under you So who the you motherfuckers gonna run to When runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks] You will ask youself, how come your Didn't enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass he had the chance You askin us to keep it on wax but we can't This is past any We have captured national attention is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin Soon as we enter the '106th & Park' Someone's get killed and I swear to God If someone so much as touches one of my people I'll put a 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 because I'm a bitch It's because I a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't my soldiers to war I'm right there in the middle of the shit with 'em, so I do get 'em Orders to storm headquarters, you'll be fuckin with a ..
[Swifty Fuckin with a peacekeeper, see you the that greet this lyrical meat cleaver That I eat ya, wanna keep speakin, like it ain't even that deep I got heat that'll sweep a niggaz [explosion] See I wouldn't with me neither, only heaven can help ya I'll be for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda" Without a failure, there's 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 bitch You get bombed like [explosion] with my own tactic I your head like one of Saddam's kids
Trice] Motherfucker, I'll you We can it out on any Avenue A +Average flipped into an animal Shoot out mandibles Cannons and ammunition, reload precision Nigga the mechanicals Break the pistol down, you see them handles The taught the child, no read up manuals Push your vows, young Nino Brown green is the dream, when your young and brown Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm in now A Dirty' niggaz and they all get down Dissolve any problem that enlarge with revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot], c'mon)
While your punchin and punks I'm handlin chumps, a pump That's longer 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 ya, get it crackin, yankin bitches for they ganja Sneaky as fuck, I don't think beat me enough When she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the to the truck Shut the 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, this heat if you ten deep Then fuck it, it be ten sleepin [gunshots]
Know much about my a ski Don't tustle with my speed your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed We ferocious, no holsters Approach us, throw heat straight from the (c'mon, [gunshot]) We the soldiers, ya'll the (ha) Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a [gunshot] Upstairs the Munsters, hand of drama You scared of the drama, bomber the monster [gun cocks, I'm back (woof), I reappear like [gunshot], homie steer clear Blackness, covered with cat fish We murkers with no other than practice
There's three things I hate: liars, fakes and Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin wife A gat that describes my I don't even know who song is [Obie Trice] Bitch, Bizarre don't give a about no hip hop At my release party in a pink tank top in [laughing] Ja Rule beef I ain't gettin in I'll an are & be singer to sing at my wedding I turn your into a fuckin meat patty I'll fuck your mommy and go fishin your granny I'll +Shit on You+, pee on R. Kelly too This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's 2"