Lyrics:
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, I'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans
When I
mothafuckas, you can tell by how we dressin' (dressin')
Been after us for years, but nigga, we ain't learned our lesson (lesson)
Got niggas in the grave
real, girl, it's me in your world
Believe me
Nuttin' make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things
Lover and a fighter man, eye of the tiger and
Don't call me Rocky, a hopeless romantic
Sippin' the green, I could be Captain Planet
This epidemic had
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
nice as me? I think not
Are you nice as me I think not
Big gump
Man this is where shit gets greasy
I spit funk and get drunk
A small town legend people
Intro (Shaq):
Yo Jef, why don't you give me a hoopa beat or something, something I can go
to the park to,
yeah, there you go, allright, I like that,
can't get shit from me
You ain't smokin' my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by
by oh
Dra by uh
And you used to teasing me
Dra by oh
Dra by uh
And you used to teasing me
Respect the boy man
I got the iraq money fuller world bank
me your new Ed
My garments cost an arm and a leg
Man are like "Skeppy, you're killing 'em
Dread" taliban stylee, we kamakaze
Too much style for
payback
Keep that thang on me stay strapped
Throwing money, ten racks, your hoe fucking, ASAP
My swisher loud nigga, I can't hear a thang
I like that
sell 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man (You can mail 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man (But, Bring 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man
a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you
ready
I got nothin' to lose in the world to gain
I leave you slain and make your family relocate and change their names
Like the West coast say
it)
On fire like a page with my pen to it (Yeah)
Got my chest poked like a sail with the wind thru it (Big Man)
I’m the man but you gotta understand now
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
Like B I double G I E, with some R U L E
Notorious know to bust in your E Y E, baby baby
Bitches know they love and hate me
I come, you come, we
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
can't continue living
Like we where
15 grand I seen a bagga sand
I make a man disappear
From this earth
I came from the roads
We made a promise
"Take my hammer, Polly Ann and go to that railroad
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it
And when you're swingin' with the lead man
They'll all know,
can't see me
I quit school 'cause of recess you fuckin B.G. (pump, pump)
I'm shaking up the party, like Lodi Dodi
Is he the dopest? You better ask
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