you right on up We came to fuck you right on up Even on a blind date, you couldn't get with me I'll put these hot ass tecs on your neck And give you
And I know Black and Blue I got the hook up I stay on my grind BK niggaz know In your face everyday like a Bad Boy video On the block for a couple of
Light it, light it, please don't fight it You're all invited, when we kick off the next riot Bust it, bust it, get your crops dusted Everybody off of
' this broad tryin' to find euphoria Name notorious, dick game glorious Find me shawty when your boyfriend borin' you Shake it like some Texas Pete Droppin' on your
Camera rolling Shouldn't a did that Me and Busta Rhymes Busta Rhymes and Mystikal Nigga Ha ha ha ha hahahaha Bitch I'm on a mission Not the one to be
if you gotta get hit I'll dump your face off Have your ass under the Astroturf of some shit Crack that weak Halloween mask and stab your ass in a pumpkin
ya (Wave your hands up high) Yeah light L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild out (All night) Come on, to all my niggas and my bitches get money
force of a thousand warriors When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious Blocks on fire, fiends getting higher (You're a star, blocks on fire
Down shift pump your brakes ease off the clutch We fuckin' up when we conduct load your pistol up Put this verbal dick in your mouth until I bust a nut
ass punk on a motherfuckin' hunt for red october Don't even catch me when I'm blunted Rhymes start runnin' like bloops on a sb-1200 Instruments the terror
Now look at your face whatch you ass cause your just ready to collapse Fuck that im gona kick your ass till you fall on your ass I see you,you see red,You see light
a sprite bright light the mics. Mix vega a quarter woters. What you get when you're broke, becomes bodega bothering, sobering Ting-a-ling-a-ling (ding). Right on to milo on
your chromosones With the force of a thousnad warriors When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious Blocks on fire (you're a star) (blocks on fire
know, you gots the feelin' Just dance, ah come on and get down Just get on down Just get on down Just get on down Just get on down ...
Fire-bringa, rhyme-singa, pussy-banga, young dick-slanga They funky like Kunta Kinte own thang On my bike I'm ridin' the fuckin' rap game on the handle
'Cause that's just like a talk light in the ass crack tip Jump on it, shake your shit if you want it Show no shame, hey Malik, goddamn get your arrow
in the dark, gettin' strangled I come fresher than Summer's Eve please Squeeze your wack-ass amphetamine rhyme drug-related I'll make sure your loot and your