s house Lookin for a quick way out, nigga {*scratching*} So now we at my nigga Ty house Cookin up a plan on the best way to take this nigga out Just got out
y'all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo' ass quick Watch out now, I ain't bullshittin
d-don't do-do-do-do it! P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!" And now I'ma come and kill 'em
guns goes off, bitches hit the floor When them guns goes off, and them sirens roar Better get that money, and be out the door [W.C.] Racket, racket, comin' out
stop Awww FUCK! Ain't this a bitch?! A road block! Break: WC w/ cops [cops]"Get out the car now I say, keep your hands up! Get out the car now or I'm
one one, peep the blizzo My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow funky tempo (what?) Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck thumpin Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin Hardcore's the way
Real shit nigga Yeah that's what I'm talkin' bout Getting' it in out of the concrete boots In a coupe a hundred ten Blowin like a flute Fresh off of lockdown Straight out
pop off real quick Yo, I gotta get that guap by all means You know what I'm sayin', son? Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit I thought that everybody talked this way
together, a swordsman forever I paint the town red with many heads are severed R-A-W, I still bring trouble to Throw your raps in the sleep hold, quick
MGM Smoke Swisher Sweets and Zigs and Zags Drinkin Brandy straight, out a tall ass glass They call em Maurice's, I'm wit E-40 Mack-10 yo and that nigga W.C
don I'm pullin' out a hit 'Cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit Flavor unit, it's time to attack the prey So make way for hip-hop's green
it, hoe shut your mouth and get naked I'm connected plus I'm makin' hit records So, if you wanna win hop in and take a spin That's W.C. and Mack 10,
. Typewriter finally types, "v, vacuum." Then the vacuum sucks up the whole typewriter. W, wall: Typewriter rushes in, crashing into an invisible wall. He smashes his way
Punk motherfuck 'em they better duck 'em When I'm out to kill, I'm quick to buck buck 'em Bailin' with the Eiht from C.M.W. My nigga Spice 1 is causin
pound with Roc La Familia {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin us*} [Kurupt] Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas D cut through with 2-way Motorolas Nigga the Dynasty
these fake ass rappers like they was doormats Taylor put in work, no W-2's So I don't file taxes, I just hustle my way through I'm the real, real I'
gotta 'fend this, lovin this scandalous rap Guess who I got layin on the canvas D-R R-I-C-H-A-R-D Hard from the three way party Baby them things is
blow so the profits all mine How we gone shine? The same way we gone grind Niggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind C
