It used to be about old pimps and macks But now we got the young bucks trying to jack It's a stick up, put your hands up before you get bucked Got you for
bitch I'm looking for Cause she's rich and thick and chocolate Wouldn't hesitate to lick my dick All my parters say "$hort what's up? " See
Write me a little 'Save a hoe' speech All these fake-ass hoes, fake punk-ass bitches Do you know what I mean, Vern? Fuckin? 'em up like that, man $hort
for you once again If you can't get out and you're mad as hell Say bitch, now make it sound for real I'ma tear shit up, if I get the chance I could give
' coke Use to tell my homeboys, front me a sack Postin' me at the dopehouse dumpin' the crack My niggas wouldn't do it, I love 'em for that 'Cuz now
friends Tryin' to get a lil laugh in, your crack in Then I wanna woop his ass then Hide behind your fake ass grin with your fake ass friend Used to them fake
Let him see you don't fake it, and you can take it It's only the bigger bone, gotta make it Baby shake it in the worst way, OK Up in you in the parle
what we try an sell nickle and dimes for buyin yayo til I got lines of clientele load up yo clip click-clack hold up yo shit get back if ya know
boys we'll make ya niggaz cry Four nggaz in the expedition on a late night mission Gat cocked mashed up betta catch ya niggaz livin Hold up Slow it up
Clear For The Day Yeah May The Best Man Walk Away Eh To The Strongest To The Bravest When The Roof Blows Up In Flames Eh And Its All Clear For The
no I'm jus not givin up na I don't give a fuck yeah I'm gunna live it up so bring your boys an ill hit em up now pass me the mike let me rip it up
scope and dash. dese niggaz must be smoking crack. cuz dah nose onda lugger. is similar to post man pats. if i ever get my foot inda door. all dese fake
breakin' the shows For stickin' my nose tu te onas Don't wanna follow but you wait on us Break a leg for my weight when you fake on us 'Cause the two
a fuckin' inferno Wanna test you comin up shorter than DeVito I'll scar your face when I cut you like Pacino You gamble with your life inside of my "Casino" Hold up
When people stare at the scene like a machine of the team Looking for theme between cracks searching for cream Physical image can never be lost, never
'd like to introduce Our new substitute teacher for the day His name is Mr. Shady Children quiet down please Brian don't throw that (Shut up) Mr. Shady
calypso, that's playin in my radio It's that funk yes, won't settle for less Sheeit, I must be blessed, now check it out [W.C. and Coolio] Get on up