who the hell they think they are? Who are they? Where do they get their information? Who are they? Where do they get their know? Who are they? Hey,
suspect, it's all written down Who are they? And where do they get their information Who are they? And where do they get their know Who are they? Hey
atlanta remix it had to go down i got somethin else to tell u bout the new motown where the people dont visit they move out here and aint no tellin who
us You mistook me for a rapper, huh Well that makes me an actor, 'cause I would rather clap a gun And buck on them niggas who hate Who wanna be in my
everyday thang, it's an everyday thang It's an everyday thang, thang It's an everyday thang, it's an everday thang It's an everyday buck, buck, buck,
eyes, bitch, we get live Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, nigga, Cleveland's thuggish ruggish Niggas still down with the thug shit Buck, buck, bust, let 'em know
shorts or no losses tossing Niggas all up in them coffins They don't know when they run up, I gun 'em Gotta let 'em know who the boss is See, pop, pop
in a coffin before they get me man Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin' We buck Nigga better realize still claim Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
quickness [Krayzie Bone] Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, buckin' em once again, And niggas, they pick up the pen and they try to contend, but see all they
rhymes, I do it all the time I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine I carry big fat wives, I treat my girls like guys Ask 'em who do they love and they
yo block, an sew them lies up Once don't trip, twice no grip Three times, will get you bucked wit the nine I thought the hatin' would stop, but the rumors are
dun I clap you, I clap him, and that's rule number one Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a fuck what you spit Who you are, where you from, and who the
pcw involved with her Kids that she never seen shipped through to florida Maxine dark skinned and bal' headed bitch mean Pams right here together they're the coldest fiends Ah! shit! guess who
ever ask yourself, when are they ever gonna stop? Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making those hits? Do you ever ask yourself, when are they
got the workers choppin' rock, Benz by the flock And we gettin' it, the dirty cops are jealous, so they sweatin' it I'm lettin' off smoke, hope they don
