And due for a mic checkin. You drew first blood in '94 Trickin with my baby momma You know the one you called a ho I'ma let you know That if you take
you want war, you think you got rounds to come get me I think you better go smoke a whole pound of that sticky Keep on talking that you're not hate around
m slippery like ease wax I chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and Called me a nigga Verse four: { yella boy} I'm dumpin' you
maybe I'll scoop you up, You shoot back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up, Boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up, You dead and gone, no more
on stage and burn your bar down, You hear it bumping in clubs you turn your car round, You hear it pumping in pubs you buy the bar a round, Pump it up
TO SONG - not in a Demo version - just in the Full version] You could ask yourself a question Do I feel lucky... well do ya....Punk? (cock of a gun
and I say exactly what I think That's some nasty shit and you don't ban it But you ban computer games, somethin' 'round here really stinks What about cigarettes and
Talkin noise wit all my home boyz, Fiddin to go bak 2 school, wit a mouth fulla beer and a nose fulla weed, you kno im fiddin to act a foo Verse 1 Mamma
out. what a girl wants what was girl needs a fucking job and a brand new hair weave what a girl want what a girl needs a fucking job and a brand new
it on you Girl a?¦ Lady let me buy you ah round (how mi sound) Buy you ah round (how we sound) Cauh you sexy an round (yo ohhhh) Cauh you ah sexy lady
Im all up in her mouth like a cancar sore I two dollar drink a whore,You mink the whore you like to link the whore, I think of her, as a whore Like what
slip the spot it was too late I wanna be a role model for my lil' brother And buy a fifteen room manison for my mother Settle down wit' a silent hoe And drop a
aint beggin for it And you cant love it you can hate it but you cant ignore it You cant be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short But you
worst and what can be worse Than a verse about **** dispersed up in your shirt The streets is like a curse **** frontin' for a **** It's like you beggin
sellin' you? Here, buy this I'm e-mailin' you at the wrong website And mispellin' you, prank you and put the fear of hell in you Escaped Bellevue, stuffed
a runny nose runnin round Up and down the town Carrying a black glock and a gold frown I kept that product on me It wasn't no problem homie You
twice Wanna buy a bottle but I aint paid my ties This aint no lie, I got a vision and a masterplan To hit the block and blow up like a Taliban I make
with you And now you see just how it goes 3rd coast throwin down for sure Ain't a roley on the hoes we throw got wheels and dough Gotta gleam some more