got is money up Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of death Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like
And the police is pussy, they protect and serve They connect, with baseheads then they frisk our birds Smack DVD's, blowin' herb, I'm in the room Bonin' these two white bitches
away camp, the fly lady champ The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless Slayin' all these earthlings an' fake foreigners In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubblin' strings Body chemical 'Cream', we burn
forces and all the J's I'm leaning bad, ride shotgun in the Chevy With the homeboy burning sacs We heading to the spot where we get down Where the bitches
the windshields, brake ills [Chorus: sample] Burn it it, aw, burn it And you know, got to have them set it Burn it, aw, burn it What a life, not a life
of coochie burning with desire Like black churches in the South Black prayers and pussy on fire Penned up behind barbed wire Me and my fellow female mammals, animals Bitches
with some cooler niggas I can fuck with You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick Bitch I think I'm Jean Wolf A dog nigga, ballin' bitch Fly
her, honey how it feel? If I could I would marry you, But for now I just bury you In 20 dollar bills, uhhhh My watch be wnking at you, my link be blowing kisses Yea bitch
it out, weeded out, cleanin' out the block For distances, givin' long kisses bitch Time, time for you to die As I kiss yo' ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss
And the niggers with the click click boom they kiss the rear And like a fellow returns to us ... he speaks Cause I'm the most slept on, west side ...
George Burns Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich? Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch
much will you let me take? I will give you tranquility Just send your wealth and checks to me Life is going to expire And your soul will burn in fire
money baby You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'? So getcha game up, take a bitch, break a bitch
of weave dutches and a bag of weed that's all a bitch like you need you from the f**king ghetto that Reggie Miller that you push don't be burning like
called friends And why should I make amends when they crossed the nina and sin Again and again and again I love 'em dearly but hear me, they burn severely
couldn't burn me wit acid or in a firey pit You couldn't burn in a volcano, where lava is spit You couldn't burn me, if you damned me to Hell, where Satan
be gamin on you Famous, n heanous, the pain in you, cuz I'm blatently playin n laying the crew I aint proud'a whut I turned into All my fire keeps burning through, burning
think you goin'? You think that you can run You think that you can hide You best believe you still comin' I think you better slide While you stay bitchin