Lyrics:
sick of it all
If I was in trouble then who the hell do I call
Police might shoot me for yelling help
Done with 5'0 I'm by myself
You say you cop, but
Collected by a widow along with the flag
41-Gun salute, 4 jets in the air
Now that's going out of style
Your contribution was fear
What you reap is what you
I walk in the spot
I catch me a dub
I'm lookin around
Like who else
Bad little bitch
She showing me love
Still lookin around
Like who else
Who else
nice
I know little white kids and man
In prison who are blasting it
It's nuttin', all the Manny bees are buzzing
Big up Rags, that's big bro'
Hella Manny
by
Because your messin' with my Bad Side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
I'm like thunder, a barbaric like warrior
da boat who driving da boat
Inside me feel empty I bet you I float
Yea he gonna sink and I bet you he choke
Da one with the gun is the one who gone
my ways
Even my mans, if we that tight
Jump in front of a biscuit, snuff money with all of my might
Or we can brawl it out and take his life by taking
a baby
I cannot understand
I keep that commie tommy gun under my pants
In my hands
Make you dance
Fuck a no melody
I am the melody
Kill the beat
it off the farm
Home-grown, thick, dirty
My family feud dudes who pack 2's on survey
Jersey and house
Gun like an elephants snout
Pull ya
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the Gf3, I got the chronic
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the Gf3, I got the chronic
'Cause any man who would jump
In front of a minivan for 20 grand
A bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is fuckin' crazy (crazy) you hear me? Huh?
It's
and nigg-hitters
Who the man be, and what the number one clique is
Let my nuts hang on these busts
And hoes see how big my dick is
Maniac Mack 10 always keep
Jump out the speakers and cold fuck you up
Now in 1991 I took a little trip
Along with Swayzack
Down the mighty Mississip
I took a lot
Then ya get the boot, word up
So listen to the rhythm of the Young Gun flow
And tell them who you love
When the hoes stroke
Maybe it's the thug in me
to the side
You put me together while they just divide cuz they look at appearance
You see what's inside I crescendo my voice Cuz your right by my side
Who
a motherfuckin' goddess
I'm the only man who know what to do wit that
Have you ever had yo pussy ate
By a mouth full of diamonds (yeah)
Ima make ya toes curl till
the mafia
Not a Tai Omi Ay Wong Sun carrier
Devilman wouldn't even jump over
The train barrier so how can he be a bad man
When he pars with about 25 pricks
If
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers
Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers
who's a friend?
Jump in this little fire jump right back in the pool again
Know I be new again
A student of you my friend
Marshall Mathers, I'm
bitches handy
White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy
When I'm walkin' by, the women sayin', "Who is that nigga?"
I replied, "Hi, I am
you know.. the people who are sparked by it. cnd the people who are like, offended by it.. it doesn't fucking matter! fuck you! You know it's like..
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