10's ass and lick it Ice Cube is a thing of the past If I got no nuts it's because they're still stuck in your ass You're the King of punks King of busters
the knees, yo take it easy! Steel Magnolia, magnificent guns bust when Uzi weighs a ton And yo' Glock spits, consecutive rounds shot from clips Spells murder, sound
soon as I reloads my mag' *reloads mag* *car horns throughout* Stuck in heavy traffic... Nigga It's All Bad! Chorus: WC w/ cops *car horns and helicopter sounds
but if anybody trip you better handle that shit [WC] Nah man fuck this, this shit sound shady as fuck You gon' fuck around and have us all stuck motherfucker
, lookin' for trannies Milk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, lookie Razor blades with me to make you bleed Cases of Maybelline make up layin' on the table with weed Slim Shady, shit sounds
momma's gon' be alright Heh, it's funny, I remember back one year When daddy had no money Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up And stuck 'em under
is murder, murder, my mind state Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill Left the keys in the van with a gat in each hand Went up in Eastland and shot
the C local and tilt my army brimmer Milt bless the vibes, pro symbolize Built with the fives, my clique then amplified Sounds as we ease beneath the
Even the suckers who are runnin' this nation Yes, I'm pullin' no punches The government gets drugs in bunches Shock G get the nine But don't shoot until
told him you so stupid Wiped it off, got dressed and left Everybody instigatin', not just the ref We can shoot the fire on the dirt ground Rocks out live with the worst sound
I'm holdin' on a rope Got me ten feet off the ground And I'm hearin' what your sayin' But I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then
stuck cause Im strapped witha 9 Im strapped witha 40 Flem got them shit cause it gonna get rowdy cock that bitch back, Im steady sellin crack Im stuck
the state of the art First I'll feast on your brain and rip your body apart There's a part of your heart stuck in between my fangs Wrap a rope 'round
the crack heads, everybody listen up I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough Word life to big screen Don, tapping dust-bones out With star-writers like I fucked Celine Dion Stuck
the crackheads, everybody listen up I shot one of my bitches, the hoe ain't trick enough Word life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion Stuck
' Into your chamber like Freddy enter dreams Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck
