your hands up trick I'm from a small town called 'Woop a niggas ass' And I mean, well, woop a nigga ass I mean, well, beat a bitch to death And I mean
closer decided I should check it I saw Jasmine and one of them kids dancin' buck naked So I got the gat so I have no interference When I make my grand
vulture If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit' ya If not
the slum Make it happen, I swear to God if I don't make it rappin' I'm clappin', extortin', and robbin' niggz cribs and contactin' Can I live Can I
) What she gonna do? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) What she gonna do? (Make me say, oh) What she gonna do? Players better ask a Bitch, whatchu gonna do? I
to make it I'm in the game and it's real and a nigga can't fake it I know it's sad what I'm doing And I don't give a fuck, I'm Ant Diddley Dog and I'
pay it, keep movin' on I'm into somethin' that your fake ass never can handle With your SP-12 and your raggedy samples Better stick with the James Brown and pay him
how you play wit' the monkey Let him see you don't fake it, and you can take it It's only the bigger bone, gotta make it Baby shake it in the worst way
with that chrome I give her I'm on the shitter Thinkin 'bout my bank account And how to make it bigger Then I grab the tool and take your jewels And I
ornament Deer head on the wall, it's a bubba thang Not just sparks but I'm sparkin' a Parliament Again I'm a chain smoker Stuck to the flame poker I'm
't prevent the world tourin I'm nineteen and I'm exploring, I'm rising up, you're falling, I'm scorching, you're boring, going full width, not back like forskin Back then I
' hard, yeah, I was cold tragin' So I tried to make myself feel better Called up Kim and then I met her 'Cuz she always makes me feel just a little bit
on freeze, minus Yeah I ain't letting it melt, I'm stark, haze, I'm letting it fill, Silent this now seperate that, I stay here I ain't letting it chill
Yo ho ho and a bag of indo I'm trippin' on the people controllin' the airwaves (Ohh) Got it goin' on, you know it all, but God save (Hhh) Your ass for
think I'm ugly don't you It's not that No you think I'm ugly Baby Get the fuck away from me, don't touch me I hate you, I hate you I swear to God I hate
I actually do it in real life or that I believe in it Or if I say that I wanna kill somebody, that I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it Well