check 89 - check, cash yo - check "They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin" {*scratch: "Holla at your b-boy-boy!*} [Redman] If you find a
GT Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy Goin' upsize with the Gameboy Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a shame boy
na c?kal?m (No stop Choppers are in the air, Let's hunt enemies) Akal?m, haydi bu battle'? kazanal?m (Let's go, let's win this battle) (We started in
cursed anyway You the one who can't count, so give my G's up (straight up) And when it comes to shootin you the one who freeze up That's why yo' broke
indistinct] [Verse 1: WC] I'ma walk it down, now fuckin' wit deez out-a-town niggas got me watchin' up on my back and strappin' pistol packin' who ever
answer, a super bananza-extravaganza, Man go ahead what you waitin for? You better get them clothes off baby boy, C'mon lets go we're gonna make a porn, Ready set go
hoes Never ever flossin these hoes You know how it go Two thangs I ain't seen befo' (before) A UFO and a hoe that will not go Cuz after the show I'm
hand smoke And uh, I'm like the frog that's dyin' to be a prince The boy who cried wolf and no one was convinced The man who hit lotto and lost his
razor face beard niggas With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste rare niggas And I race scared niggas, them snake head niggas That take care of niggas who
but I got a rep, son, for taking fakes to the towel Snakes in my file Shit, I'll sit down all stand-up comic rappers Who diss that who go on about
with your Mac-10 Fully loaded automatic, just you and a friend You're posing aw dey mirror like you a gangster clown But the Mac-10 go off and your friend go
Rest in peace to my mothafucka biggie smalls That's right boy, it's goin' on Right here, thug life God bless the dead God bless the dead and buried nigga
, thank you, thank you, thank you, far too kind Yeah, ready? Let's go Now can I get an encore, do you want more? Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So
all the sudden a half an ich too long I jumped in my car and though "now who the fuck was in my seat, Fuckin with my lever and re-adjustin my mirrors"
Chi Twista gone make em spit the game I represent the mob to the fullest You don't want it with that boy who's known to pull it With Kanye on the track
He's black and he's white He'll be anything she wants him to be tonight Barbie or boy And a little bit more Lover boy to lover girl He's flexible She'
what they lookin' at (Mirror, mirror on the wall) Do ya thang, man, fuck what they lookin' at (Who is the fliest one of all?) Mirror, mirror on the wall Who
you comin', they play with your emotions Fuck with my emotions and they find you in the oceans Yeah I said oceans, yeah I mean plural My boy got a knife to turn a boy