Camera Shouldn't a did Me and Rhymes Busta and Mystikal Nigga Ha ha ha ha
I'm on a mission Not the one to be mixed up from nigga and that nigga Hundred percent, blooded natural, rap whipper Ass kicker, mad spliffer, flipper That much than the last nigga Come from my pops so y'all ain't fucking me I come to get down, time to get down I think you bust a cap I'm the one mixed with duggery and P-ugh
Mystikal and Rhymes Ohh shit the and the guillotine Down, now put my gun on One zero zero can't nobody fly Like the cotton off your then its gotta be me at night, lights out, you in a pertinent sleep Ain't many of these coming harder than me Flip mode, no limit, who you it would be?
want nigga? Wacha nigga? We give it to ya you bleed nigga Now my live niggas? Where my bitches? This for my live This for my bitches
Now wacha nigga? need nigga? We give it to you you bleed nigga Now my live niggas? Where my bitches? for my live niggas This for my live
Contact we will bomb All I know is they will make a We bomb back when we contact For or worse Make a niggas heart swell up and You know one of my niggas busting first Bust another shot off into the Leave a nigga the pain of a women giving child birth
See now a days we go we'll carry ya Even we swinging with bitches down at the Marriot Chickens will bust back on you and the ferries that for me to marry ya Ride up in my but I ain't having it Thinking you can roll 'cause you wearing a little glamor and Acting all
Bitch Beet it Micheal and fuck up you cycle Blast you with my grandfather's I'm to stifle Create a crises your paying the With the you was never richeous I I might just, hit you now?
You know you can here, niggas know it ain't all there for warfare, niggas is everywhere Fuck with my niggas we are double Flip mode nigga you'll find here Tipsy and turning, crispy and and learning You yearning to take hold of a niggas
Reps for every grain of salt every street corner The ones you wanted from to the south of the border No and Flip Mode in this bitch While and Busta Rhymes be straight busting your shit
Wacha nigga? Wacha need We give it to ya Untill you bleed Now where my niggas? my live bitches? This for my live This for my bitches
Now wacha nigga? Wacha nigga? We gonna it to you Untill you nigga Now where my niggas? Where my bitches? This for my niggas for my live bitches
I want another side of fries with my poppa's and bisquit Take the out, fall out I'm not with these dumb bitches What you doing if your don't fit ya? playing and swinging on a track We big old niggas Not some dead old Bitch you to do something I'm gonna get on ya
I'm You match I'm known for nasty my cigerette ass Once I get fucker started you can't stop Oww you done up now Mystikal and Busta Rhymes like and Red Fox frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox
Wacha nigga? Wacha nigga? We give it to ya Untill you nigga Now my live niggas? my live bitches? This for my niggas This for my live
Now wacha want Wacha nigga? We gonna it to you Untill you nigga Now where my live Where my live This for my niggas This for my bitches