for Ball'R Records and ThugLine Caught up in the rapture, we got ya just after one rhyme They don't really wanna get it on They don't wanna see the
/ Believe me, I'm serious dawg/ You straight from the hood, good/ I'm thug, we in every hood/ They don't really want none, they don't want none, just
[Chorus] Ya'll don't really know, They don't really know, Ya'll don't really know, They don't really know, Ya'll don't really know, They don't really
throw a lil blush to get make up but she don't needed anyways Silk skin pretty face. Horny as a devil with a lil bitchy ways but she all natural Cause I don't
thrillas on the east (I can't call it) To all my thrillas on the west (I can't call it) "Hello" - [scratched] To all my thrillas inbetween (I can't
If they don't serve change, don't bite the bait Instead'a givin' you a share, servin' you a dish I lead you to the water, show you how to fish Ain't
can't even understand it Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady Yeah Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady Yeah Won't you
cha talking 'bout nigga, what cha talking 'bout So what cha talking 'bout nigga, what cha talking 'bout So what cha talking 'bout nigga, what cha talking 'bout So what cha talking 'bout nigga, what cha
you want, the game need my help Now let's GO! [Chorus] Hey - how you ain't gon' choke when you see five mills hangin off my throat? We don't know about
what's the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz I got skills We bust and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all niggaz want
Nah tell me what cha'all gonna do? Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight! Parental discretion is advised for the moment While I'm getting candid, now understand it Ain't
gangsta bitch bandanna Peep the grammar, I appeal like banana pudding, I couldn't come If I couldn't get it done, I might dine and dash, I don't rhyme
' I will let it be known Don't bite the bone Micraphon's I like 'em 'cause they let me amplify So don't reach for the sky, you know you can't fly But
ya headed so don't forget it Your rhymes is beat, your steelo's scarred to scrape When you scream you sound muddy like a bled teeth I get'cha open like
ya down in front of everyone Bitch niggas ain't got no type of reason To say a bullshit rhyme in LL season I'm freezin', ya bleedin' heavily up out'cha
dick in her mouth Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out Because ya... [Hook: Kokane] [Busta Rhymes
we'll get you So they say, I pray there's a better way My kids don't do as I do, they do as I say 'Cause daddy don't play Yo, parental discretion advised
a buff I do run, run, run, I do run the MC's The king of rap, you don't believe me? Believe these Def rhymes on wax, don't call me, send a fax I slam