knew what I was doin would truly toast her But didn't think she'd plug me for the De La Soul [needle drags] [inserted track ends] "What the, what the
pass the peas Makin much dollars, grippin much jeans Keep it undercover like a yellow submarine ... [Dove:] Bogus, how bogus can I [farting noise] [inserted track ends] "What the, what
laughs] Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and Lil Lay I love you nigga Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa and you know what I'm
and the cartel's for the gorillas on the block, for skinny niggas like myself, artillary shots as well, yeah [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] You think I give a fuck
the alley fa fucked up What's up wid them shoes ooh they knew So we runnin' offa my dog's truck Bust ah left at the block and what'da ya know All ah
blast if ya hafta I'ma get mine in the streets fuck rappin Steady makin moves we'll move on you if we hafta Really don't matter [Hook] What's crackelackin
know why you did it, son The punk was fuckin' with ya, so ya had to get rid of him" Heard a knock on the door, he thought "Yo, what the fuck is this?!"
Shootin' refusin' to cross me, punk, took 'em offs gee. Incarsed me, I'll be damned now toss me, the mossy slam in the shells of a 1 by 1, saw 2. Like
bottles of bottles of beer of beer on the wall/ 20 20 of bottles of bottles of beer/ now after 1 of the 1 of the dollaz of dollaz happen to happen to
money, so what's a young thug to do now? (do now?) ain't nothin' to do but hit the streets and get some heat n' put the rules down, that's where'd he
I know that you don't wanna die I give ah fuck about your crew what they wanna do Them niggaz quick tah cock they straps we cock straps too And we blast on fools fuck
had, and I put it in rap If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call that If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya call fat I wasn't born on purpose,
henneray, drinking my flow yo, thug shit thug shit what what what the fuck is the deal thugged out entertainment untertainment l-o-x terror squad this shit is fucking
drinking henneray, drinking my flow yo, thug shit thug shit what what what the fuck is the deal thugged out entertainment untertainment l-o-x terror squad this shit is fucking
God bless his soul, Lord know it wasn't Pop Or the M.A.F.I.A., Kim tell Cease get the fuckin' truck We 'bout to hit the Wilshire District, get fucked
'll give em aa?¦ Pusha?¦ Ripped you and your mocking crew, what you gonna do when I pop at you, glock at youa?¦ Fill em with the venoma?¦ Who the fuck
It my way, I don't give a fuck what y'all think about me. Call me devil worshiper, nigga? You think that shit's bad? Listen to this, muthafucka! [Verse 1
