Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}] (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass) {Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe} {12 dead bodies on
the buck n'bloody fractures on my body Bustin' out on the public, bringin' the ruckus Screamin', die punk motherfuckers Reminisce on how them hoes put the nigga on crutches Smokin' on
get rich (6 million ways to die) Closed casket, dresses I, i, come with a meal (you on the real) You just dead rum (you just dead rum) A head strong
cane like Horatio Fuck you, pay me though Look for him, style in whatever I put on Come from where you give a wrong look and you would look wrong Broads
put his mouth on his dick," I know we gotta talk bout that, I know you salt bout that You on the tip like I don't like you I got four kids, three baby
, snatch you out your bed while you snorin You unaware of what's goin on and Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman Told the law about the drops you
know you since I was like six Then I don't trust ya And we'll bust ya over somethin' petty like a few dollars Put somethin' hot up in that ass and watch you holla You
Ha, ha, ha, new drink, Balley's and Henny You ain't got no Henny, get the Remy You ain't got the Remy any cognac'll do Smooth criminal shit, baby Kaiser
'll still tic when you gone Now, if you a man, be a man (You need a plan) If you fall (I'ma put you on your feet again) When you call (I'ma show you
for a street that they ain't never heard of But other motherfuckers want to stand strong So you know the phrase, once again it's on {Top of the news
on) Hang on, if you a thug (Hang on) You on drugs (Hang on) You took slugs (Hang on) You shed blood (Hang on) You got it bad (Hang on) You niggas mad
's, you nigga can't fuck wit tha SCT's This clique too mothafuckin strong, this clique too mothafuckin strong My niggaz be thuggin all year long. My niggaz be thuggin all year
If you grew up with holes in your zapitos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' doe So, fuck critics, you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you
'd like to introduce to you two very special women in my life. Let me tell you bout this girl I know I met her in four corners in Boston some years ago
on Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right 'Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on
chill, 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said, they tried you in the showers But maintain when you come home, the corner's ours On
the fuck off, get the fuck off it Come here man, what the fuck I...(banging) Like that nigga, give me that man You dead on this purple tape nigga you dead on
time I got left on this planet Some motherfucker's gotta die I'm an evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up I'm gonna put these things on you, and never