clubs you know you gettin' ya shit bust Not too many ducks is goin' against us If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up Rhyme 'til I can't rhyme
you cats into a world you probably ain't never even been before Before we can even talk There's money to be made, niggaz wanna get paid I ain't playin wit
don't kiss Don't take it personal yo some ass this But it's all good you could still suck my shit She star-struck bitch just wantin' to fuck Askin' me
things occur Baby mom's hatin' me I ain't hatin' her, yo, you know what? Most of the time that's way the go One minute you high, the next you low Not
to Kringa Medieval messanger, west coast avenger Take you to the street, battle me that's a fuckin sin Go one round wit Madchild, you'll be suckin
maintaining, you know? You good, right? Everything proper, still, right? Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man? Ain't nothing, I just
cause won't see no wealth Matter of fact when y'all leave the ring leave those belts I ain't gonna stop till every word is felt Most of y'all cats never bust
't touch me Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy You're bleedin' lovely, wit'chyo spirit above me Or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky Now you rest eternally, sleepy, you
Kick rhymes like Shoguns You scared to blow one Get robbed wit' your own gun If I don't respect you I'm ah check you And if I don't kiss you I'm a peck
men bust, you just move wit such stamina Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at cha (we ain't mad at cha) Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothin Catch cases
levels above you baby (BIG: Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby (BIG: This shit is hot!) Talkin crazy ain't gonna get you
i'm that enemy that you can't see who you wanna be, you ain't shit to me It ain't hard for you to get to me playa, my own dogs, they'll spit fo me
is crazy yo, can't fuck wit' you fo' real They can't fuck wit' you, they can't fuck wit' you What's wrong wit' ya'll niggas man? The fuck is wrong wit
out the Jetta Window, think slow sink low Fuckin' with raw dog 'Mal you ain't know, ahh Remember this, funkabist lyricist Blow the premises out the frame wit
up my nigga) Then what you here for (What's up my nigga) You don't scare me (What's up my nigga) You can hate me (I don't give a fuck my nigga) Y'all
What will it take for you to notice me It's like, I'm not here Do you see us? (Do you see us?) Can you see us down here? (Can you see us down here?) We
and turn off the lights You ain't kill Homa 'cause if you did Why you ain't get the kid that ordered the hit You know I know, that if you live That shit that you
chest and ya back jerkin' Y'all got me fucked up like My desert eagle and my sick doom bust right Like my guns is racin', muthafucka, don't you know