look back, sticks got your boy wet, Checkin' alleys for my homies, race pass the bayou, Why those five oh's kickin' down my doors? Run up in a smokehouse
Buddah cut, shot these screw cats Verse 3: la When I'm lifted Rip shit up kid quick I'm busted On any demon puffing hizo can't be trusted Lustic lyrical blunts be
't no K-weezy, has to cock like ada-beezy, spin be easy Oogin oh, holdin it down believe me It's feezy's of the heezy, We be in somebody's basement beats
let it out Breathe out, breathe in Put your back in it let cha' knees bend (Verse 1) Somebody
? Choppin' and poppin' all of the bubbles that are blown Nobody wanna be wrong And once the line gets drawn across what we disagree upon It could be the
was sleeping on the bus You played yourself Uh yeah, go talk to that guy, him, he'll give you some drink tickets, word [Verse 2] New York, at the Bowery getting down
I'm a dip you through the town About 3 A.M bitch meet me at the Waffle House And if you show up then bitch I know you're gettin' down I be sayin' "Bitch
's on Tell 'em, I put the word back in word is bond Tell 'em, I stomp rappers to the beat, shut 'em down with no fear Somebody tell them motherfuckers
through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second I seen Hell staring down the barrel
the truck Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second I seen Hell staring down
locked, but if somebody knocks you shouldn't ignore, I suggest that you *Open* the *Door* [ Chorus ] I won't hesitate to decimate your face in any place, You'll be
do) The wicked ass monster's ball (thats who) Tell me who wanna go to the ball (I do) I bet you'll never see the door Now who wanna go to the ball (I
repeatin they names Keep heat, creep creep, leap leap, 3 jeeps, beep beep, set em' sleep with the rain Fuck a mic, Mac sound check, I back down sets (
a way For you to wake up this morning watch the sun come up Best believe somebody didna??t have your luck Dona??t take for granted that it cant be you
Pull to the side on the gangsta rhymes Time for me to go do a little homicide Enemies are gonna get paralyzed Everyone is gonna be hypnotized Silencer
no laughin Want beef? Then let's beef, tear down streets tear down streets You wanna creep? Then let's creep, in that UPT you got guerillas that's untamed 3
fallow my playa hand rules and everything will go smooth Just wait for me ill be back i aint gon be gone long Gotta make a couple rounds hold it down