One of the last she-boinkin people So come on miss thing don't front You got me on a hunt, and you know what I want, that, U-s-s-y, wait, that's not the
[in the background: "sneakin up, sneakin up" 4X] [Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya [4X] [Poc Fu] Check the shit that I flips scuba
and run Tryin to catch a case for fun Bussin at the po-po high off weed speed and coacoa Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo-fo (4-4) [Proof
what it'd feel like 2 b hunted kinda makes u feel like a fish in the sea but the way ur lookin in those fishnets mama u could trap me fishnets black
rest Schemin' with unsuccessful in a zealous quest We all see, with a degree of certainty Who the fake, cowardly cats behind the curtains be They hunt
baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread, we like to fish and hunt, aint scared of a fight, love the Good Lord and believe in doin' right, Got 4-wheel
A Crime I'm Willing 2 B Hunted, Got A Lot Of Respect 4 U Cos Ur Kind Is So Rare(So Rare), It's Kind Of Hard 2 Imagine But I Know (U R Out There)2ce, If
been through everything like a lab rat Can u swim cuz u sleepin where the crabs at I stand before u bitch niggas with the 5th cocked Boom boom!!!! U can
Verse 4: Young Dro] Yawl Niggas Salty Hessian Hoes Want Me Yesaday I Was The Freshes Nigga In The Country Bad Hoes Hunt Me They Follow Me On Sunday
round here; And aint nobody gone tell who did it round here! Chorus 4 x I aint them goofy white boyz from tha movies; Talk shit and have to kill me ( u
I'm ready to hold 'em for ransom I'm gonna get mine, just like they're gonna get theirs I got grounds of shit I want it But u got it Bitch Chorus:(x4
t give em what they want [x2] And I know u got a secret And it's casuin u pain So lay low baby It won't hurt u again [x4] I look thru these eyes And these
I'ma rep the name Holding it down for the South, and the S.U.C. Ahead of the pack, forever S.L.A.B. And swanging 4's and vogues, low with T.V.'s The trunk
Cross anyone I named That shit will get you buried [Chorus] [Verse 4] It's all out war 4 the punks funk finna jump Chumps get a lump when I dump tonks 4
(feat. INF-Black, Letha Face) [Intro: INF-Black] Gangster this and gangster that Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow! [U-God
rat cast get closed [laughter] I laugh at those who chose to get ball when they loose a couple of souls, they crumbled and fall done watch the hunt down
I'm broken down Now I'm broken down [x4] U make it hard to hold u down, down But still make it hard to do without, out How do u live with your mistakes
ass and run Tryin to catch a case for fun Bussin at the po-po high off weed speed and coacoa Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo-fo (4-4) [Proof