niggas cock-blockin' and plottin' Waitin' for my downfall, street got options Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, I'ma stay rockin' All emcee's paused when they
is to light to fight We move right, on fright night When Niggas write We bust pipe, condo's that suck thight We all right, you all hype and war's right
Busta bus, yo it's time to step up You know I plaster, the little bastard And mastered the real way you slap the bitches niggaz backwards Uh-oh, aiyyo, whenever Busta
Man Your tight, just light to fight We move right, on fright night When niggas right We bust pipe, condo's that suck tight We all right, you all hype
fuckin' floor with your feet Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat And make
-oh! If the head right, Nelly there every night St. Louis y'all, uh, uh, uh oh Uh, can you feel that? Lunatics y'all, uh, uh, uh oh Uh, uh, Uncle Phil up above y'all
know the real deal until last night How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll Used to call my crib to see seventy four Kick rhymes over the
It's about that money (Make it hot) Got to keep it coming (Make it stop) Niggaz hate us all day long (We can roll) 'Cause we get our paper all night
40 nights And I'd return on the 3rd like Christ Without my physical portion My spirit a poltergeist for sure I'll be back through the heist tomorrow Blood over y'all
wanna fuck for free like Akinyele Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it Inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly All night get
brothers on the corners In the alleys, throw your hands in the air Aight, for everybody, all our peeps out on the corners All the alleyways, for all
If y'all think I'm goin back to that muthafucka, you're crazy Muthafuckas [ VERSE 1: W.C. ] It all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was restin my nerves
can do wrong I'm too strong and I'm just too hyped Just finished the rhyming bust it, excuse the corny metaphor But they'll never catch up to all this
know shit And they're probably just tired of hearing it all the time On every song every lyric and every rhyme All the hoop-la all the whoopty-woo What
't know shit And they're probably just tired of hearing it all the time On every song every lyric and every rhyme All the hoop-la all the whoopty-woo
't even understand it Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim motherfuckin' Shady Won't you busa rhyme for