Lyrics:
Put a hole in yo ass, I see right thru you
Put a couple in yo casket cause it ain’t no sequel
Got you blowing in the wind like nigga I feel you
Had him
boy, you're stepping on the root of a daisy
I have you're girl saying
[Kim]
Will why you do that to my baby?
Yo Will, what they looking stupid in
got money, ain't got time
Fuck it, just say this shit
You and me
Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')
I can hear 'em
PROBABLY COULD DEVOUR THE MENU
HEADED OUTSIDE AWAY FROM ALL THE JAM AND THE NOISE
TO SEE AN ASIAN MAN WITH A SIGN SAYING MR VANDERPUYE
PERFECT, HE BUSS
didn't Surf just get
Booked wit' a clip?
That shit the perfect fit
And wit' the perfect grip on the Smith &
I keep lickin' like a serpent lives
Yo certain
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
a student what
Rule one
Yo respect if you lose son
Don't be big back about to learn to move dunn
All hell to niggas in jails
With sharks in they
bitches are hoes
Put it in ya neck, my motherfuckin' ho
Or in your earhole
Wherever the fuck it goes
Yeah, yo, yo
No disrespect to any architect
for breakfast then I send yo' ass to work (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Big blunt of Gelato and Wedding Cake for dessert (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Said, hey, Mrs
throw in the towel
(What's hannen-nen)
Only When it's worth it swear I be moving the proper way
Never gone be perfect but it's not looking that far away
Gone head throw in the towel
(What's hannen-nen)
Only When it's worth it swear I be moving the proper way
Never gone be perfect but it's not looking that
of Roscoe's name being a houshold name
We ballin, ghetto fabulous, just trying to do my thang
In this dope game switchin four lanes
[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm
hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate
Cuz im stackin up my dough
Me and my team we trynna make racks
We a bunch of wolfs we riding in packs
Man rap still talkin' bout crack
But when I spit
down
You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man
Eh yo, thug niggas know the code, lock and load
Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode
Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B
The symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disastrous, the master just bust
This for the listener
in D.C. with the mayor smoking crack (smokin' crack)
Yo, this ain't a diss, Season Love bomb threat
Run out of your building or get blast in your
What's yo' name?
What's yo' name?
My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard, and I'ma alcoholic
Yeah, me too, nigga (oh)
You're now rockin' with Tha Liks
Ill Be He Who DEADED Simon
Fuck What They Say Bae
Let Me Put That Time In
I CAN
Be The One You Need In Yo Life
Never Said Im Mr. Perfect
But
Now you see it in yo dreams
Got you turning and twistin'
Please mr mr ease up on the mischief
We up on a mission
Greed makes it hard
To feed those that
when you threatening Mr. Bastard
Crack rock bagga when I have ta
Amaru the monster pulls in with one, of his many gadgets
Turn this shit to a ol' scary
girlz pigeons so I ent no scrub. I ent talkin about facked which is all for faws and I don't do drive bys or rob or break no laws.I ent perfect and I ent
off dope
An 9-5's hoes dope being crack
Not what niggas rap i'm swan in the warriors
Scooping ajax (next day) get washed
You the type of guy to sue
to TECH N9NE
Everybody want to be down with a nigga
Women get a whiff of the money
Thinking of taking it from me
They get up in the club
Giving the love
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