What's nasty? Who the fuck ya talkin ta? Take off my shirt, quickly tell 'em harkin up Save last days c'mon, show 'em what we workin with We praise God
Yeah, what's happenin', platinum? Nuttin' Man, you know what's happenin' I'm just tryin' to see if I could see what you see (If you could see what I
let me explain How I can get funky like this all day You really didn't think that this could be done Step into my path, you will feel the wrath How many
virus, be like Cyrus, trample down your gates We're the ones, the chosen sons Come out of dark into light, rather fight than run We came to die for the
junk I got ya ears crunk up (Makin 'em jump jump!) Got ladies shaking they ass My niggas gettin 'em drunk you brick game We ASF, we shoot dunks (Makin
what I'm sayin' and Mr. Badass And that's how we doin' it fool, yeah We ain't bangin' on wacks nigga, we doin' it like we should be fool, yeah
playing what you saying LaChat ain't bout her business I tote my glock I keep it cocked the .38 slug for a nigga could be my brother husband cousin fuck
me sailin's over, me boys, It's harbor time for me. I know you call us Salt and Pepper, For an old salt I may be, But though she may be pepper to you
when we rock and do What nobody else could do it?s true, we the few good men Plus a chick that?s sick and so classy What have we here I fear, she too
and cries: "You cowards and your wrathful God will see what power means when the Dragon comes-His will be done-in the fires you'll be cleaned Oh let
and cries: "You cowards and your wrathful God will see what power means! When the Dragon comes - his will be done - in the fires you'll be cleaned! Oh
all fours I'm the shit that's uncalled for, the shit that you fall for Far more advanced than a rapper who's career You could only take a glance, couldn
wheels [First Verse] A bitch to my right cocked giving me cheap thrills I see meals, coming down my path In the ghetto cat's wrath making math I'
't got enough to be Your career last a week, that'll be luckily Fuck with me, the rap game'll need protective custody I'm the same thug that be surrounded
I'll never be beat, never be beat, never Bad motherfucker and you know this Strictly dope in the house, never be beat Never be beat, ay Roc man, check
Feel the wrath of a solja, the Crescent City Jesus I pack a tre-deuce, got a army bout the size of Babe Ruth We hit em Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers We be
changes would be made So now those irresponsible teenagers will be forced to have a kid It makes no difference to me I don't sleep around like Clinton did Are we
to get it maxed And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture No escapin without, instantaneous capture Don't be upset, when me and the homies jack ya Cause we