the hall and you'd kiss me with a smile I never understood it, was I even worth your while? The other kids at school they would hate me and they'd spit
stuck on Get back on your mule and get the fuck on Don't look back, or I'ma hit ya, take that redneck bitch out wit' ya Spit on your rebel rag, so, fuck
of the drum Invaded by the wack diddie wack Fooled the black, left us faded King and chief probably had a big beef Because of dat now I grit my teeth
right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do But you ought to thank me, before I die For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye 'Cause
um (ya) {Chorus] And Ima Keep F**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz come fo? me (ya) Don?t worry if I gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya) And
[Twista talking:] Uh, Uh, Ya'll already know what it is Niggaz talkin bout Twista this Twista that all I know is Twista rap I spit nigga, fuck ya'll,
and prop ya leg up and get up Bianca hold ya head up your sex wet the bed up Everybody's pondering wondering about my slang that I spit You can use it
This is a hella higher learning than singleton baby One minute I'm cold next one I'm heat Get me some, big red so I don't grind my teeth This is deep
the lows blows The clothes is all over her clothes but told ya I'm sick for sexposer Ain't no secret I really love to eat it That quick spits And jumps
who hooked a nigga with a nine now I got my own back fade and once ya start shooting at foos you betta have your own grave made foo named Blackie spitting
Coat Hanga Strangla They may pray Brotha Lynch is hangin her After shes dead Lynch Hung is bangin guts (STRANGE!) Aint no tamin us, we get ya brains and ya
em all see 3-D And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back I run this motherfucker, TRU niggaz And I, betcha y'all niggaz ya say, "
coast We missed you, welcome back, let's go Uhh, ya'hear that? New west Come on, uhh Here we go, Steady Gang, Steady Gang Steady Gang, Steady Gang Uhh, ya
Now picture this a man wit his whole thing in order Movin' through life at will he ill He make his own teeth growl wit his generous style But he still
Gyeah gyeah gyeah Its goin out to all them g`s To all them thug niggas still in the pen All my homiez in ya and shit Still in the struggle For all them
understand my shit but they surrendurin' Simmerin', rememberin' things that done jumped off Lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough Messy hoes got my name between they teeth
Hey butter pecan what's that lingo you speakin'? It sound like, let's me and you slide for the weekend I got drinks and tasty treats to sink your teeth