A me what's your name? MC What's alias? I'm the of the South your thing? I ain't playin' with bitch ass So boy you say? Here I go, I go
Bitch I'll back slap or stab after that kidnap a whack rap it louder if you comin' to rap Your arms to short, your legs to I'm the sure shot shit off of dog it in two and true so do By I can take you and you and you and you forward like Kerri Kittles Nigga's bob very little
Gooder than a whole full of skittles Evil with feedback when I on the mic I'm the spritz that has to when you open sprite No no war no brawl you all ain't ready When see me their eyes get big, arms get sweaty Enough to go around, you exactly how it go down In uptown big boys throw down Out of control ballers from bag wood back to New If it'll make you feel good that's you can call it
your name? Mac, The Don, your alias? Shell nigga What's thing? Murder, murder, murder, what'd you say?
Who rocks it? I play the plug you the socket You all got pieces nicked lets cock it Now how I get your knock and lock it You all niggas fail so now you all to jock it My formula's these fake ass niggas are blockin' With with them ill times are rockin' He and cocked it suckers are toxic I'm all what's fallin' in my pocket be the one they wanna share that cock with
Your just that nigga that they wanna with You hit it told your niggaz you did it, you probably ate it Laid and masturbated Take them wood strips off the side of you ride 'Cause real keep their war on the inside that's money with pride She'll niggas we on the block niggas Fiend cocked in 98 We bought more figures and we be murder, murder too So have my or have my shit And oh tell little sister to stay up off my dick
What's name? F I E N D What's alias? I'm Mr. Get It On What's your I'm the one that the shots What'd you Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp,
I'm the decided private miscontortin' to on me Bringin' you extra and jeans favorite style's sareen Mr. Get It On Jones I I didn't drop the phone If it's on it's on mister stay loaded up the zone I stay on some chrome Mr. Bad Ass nigga My verbal can kill you I'm a mad man killer no hommie can turn you to thugs and drug dealers So what the fuck up nigga expect me to be
you bitches beneath me like athletes feet You have can't a handicapped As for me I the art of MC It was all BC wanna see me? Close your eyes and hold your breath that whore pushin' that Cuttin' on over to death Bet you niggas are set for ghettos soon to be Got fuck up, I'm Mr. War War
What's name? Silkk, The What's alias? Mister! What's thing? I'm a man nigga! Nigga what'd you
Mister with real thugs mister's real blood Mister don't shoot blanks mister real slugs I never feel shit except from the ghetto and I don't feel Nigga I'm out pissed without this nook I see a club what? Mister hit your block Mister hit your spot Mister you better duck the fuck or Mister's gettin' shot Come on with me come and get me I'm gonna find you some I drop flies that hurt the same time
I hit the horn street man tries to me Let me negotiate my contract on the beach he got me some turned nineteen look nigga I got me a Benz You me see that nigga gonna flock with the rocks in his hands He ain't worth a cop just to block his and then ran I check my last year only got better So cold now if it's hot I can still leather Mister ain't NO L I M I to the T, that's me
What's name? MC What's alias? I'm the of the South your thing? I ain't with your bitch ass What'd you The man's right