faded King and chief probably had a big beef Because of dat now I grit my teeth So here's a song to the strong 'Bout a shake of a snake And the smile
Gravediggaz, my blood brother, the RZA I grew up in the violent island of Shaolin Fifty-five home an' cease thoughts implore When jackpot rot was hot
I'm equipped with a clique of bitches I'm equipped with a clique of slugs Fo sho' to sink you with the quickness [Verse 3] Snake Through the streets
Betta keep ya set up million dolla man soon to be we next up Get wet up, I been fresh since a little one bitch I school The others travel from the little
there go one for me I broke from the camp post tellin' baby this an' that She told me about herself, she want to model an' act I'm seein' other eyes,
Hustle hard, Grand Hustle, call us Hustle INC Me and Maino, Jay'll ate it, just like brothers think It's all about the music 'til it escalate to other
's like this dunn Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit Squeeze off, let em know how real this is M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer No other gun
-hatin' waitin' snake in the grass Look me up and down when I pass Vibin' with your girlfriends Jealous of my dividends and my Benz, and my ends Like no other
, still fuckin' wit that block shit Wet your ass up, head to feet 'til your sock a drip Don't strip, you might fall and bust your ass No snakes at the
AFTER ME SO I PUT THAT PADDLE ON EM SHE RODE MY DICK AND SAID SHE SHUDDA PUT A SADDLE ON EM I WATCH OUT FOR DEM SNAKES LISTEN FOR THAT RATTLE HOMIE
That's not love That's not love That's not love Snakes in the grass, so I stay in the pavement Survived the battle with animals and cavemen And dead
the night Where i'm from Mint City, where we roam Come hard over drums Everybody wants to hum Some other niggas song, be on the dick Of other crews too
bangin' I got to keep it real, so fuck not cursin' when I'm sangin' Now let me tell y'all about this shit, went down the other night Me and the dogs
Chea man am like make the fucker bark (herps)da shit hard Flocka!!! They say Flocka trippin shawty on that other shit i keep the crowd jumping like im
I be discoverin', niggas I be trumblin' Stoppin' up on bubblin, from one side to the other end Hoppin' out the bubble Benz, poppin' him and other friends
barred and scarred from listenin to somethin so motherfuckin HARD Dope, pumpin that's so my shit will never falter Yo it's Dre so fuck the "Mind of Minolta" Psycho, like no, other
interpretation of god-stuntin' [Unverified], why both a president'll be a swat guy That's like choosing which bullet you gon' get shot by A drank and some hot
top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin' 'bout it til your top blown nigga This is my crew you gets hot ones hot son That's why I carry hot guns I'm gonna