about the gun blast So you can miss me with that bullshit You spittin' with your punk ass It's 'The Diary' of a born killer Don't have to worry about me
me Let me have some of my foam 'cause the nigga owe me Told me he was on the dick that's how the nigga sold me I'mma hit 'em in his shit, that's what
you up for the down stroke, CC? Chocolate City, are you with me out there? And when they come to march on ya Tell 'em to make sure they got their James
the kitchen James jumped on moon, poked him with a screw driver Broke the tv niggaz watching knight rider This is pam jerkins mother house the same shit go on in her brother house
from the scripture Leave it up to you to see the pictures I hover above mc's like a flying saucer With the sorcery to alter the future Present and the past, don't be hesitant to ask Me
me) (niggas wanna put some slugs in me) So I'm double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven Brotha lynch hung, but the bitches call me kevin
shit in the club Torchin it for the less fortunate y'all need to watch me Bitches start to swarm like the paparazzi Pussy and money it made me cocky
two times Geah My nigga muggs Still pushin' that china white Check it out, uh Boom bam in the house My nigga foe in the house Geah Cypress in the house
D. on the V.I.P. guest list Who rocks the most Highpost, now from the gate They take me to my destiny Never get the best of me, you stressin' me Testin' me
the blanks with truth like mad-libs. This is the snaps inch and if you asks me, realities a floor model. You take it as is, but that's me and here 2,
Kool Keith) Kool Keith...the original Adam West New York That's right Back from the pad (the finest tuned rapping machine) Back from the pad James
, oh shit You lying, you lying Shit was real son Stop lying man Cream team walked in We started doing it Wild man Feel me? So what happened, let me on
Mary Jane" by Rick James (Freeway)] She makes me feel alright (she do) She makes me feel alright (yes she do) She makes me feel alright (she do) She makes
the devil didn't make me I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me Proving a point that I'm a serious joint And you can roll me up and puff me
thought Nigga Miss thing, there is no guest list tonight (sampled) [ redman ] Yo, yo, yo, yo I get on the mic like badoobedut kick roundhouse You the tightest motha fucka let me
to the kid (To the who?) I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did Hey leadies, get funky All the ladies in the house The ladies, the ladies Well, me
floss on tracks with Quik and Rick James [Chorus/Outro: Rick James, (Richie Rich)] Baby, what's your phone number? (Ha ha ha, And it's on, understand me
, Big Dog Pitbulls Two Surburbans in the fuckin' house 'Cause Funk Flex and N.O.R.E. are killin' 'em out there Scream at ya boy Yo me and Pun used to
