stinger Nothin' can save ya from this major misbehavior Heavy hands layin' corners in the elevator Guard your grill I speculate, get my darts straight
their heads So gimme the, gimme the, gimme the , gimme the, yeah That's the way I like it, yeah, let it go, yo The boys are all pro, so get on the floor
to be Gettin' some shorts, me and my man from a hundred and fifth He knew some Dominican niggas that wanted a clique To hold 'em down, shoot niggas in the head Throw 'em out
inside my head That's when I died my eyes were blood shot red Now picture me dead, still getting head in the coffin flossin' Bitches fightin', cryin', tryin' to get
Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown Kiss the clown Stop the bus Violent J comes out Barrels to your face And blow your fucking face off 'cause
head and squeeze until it pops And shake your muthafuckin' neck until your head flops 'Cuz I'm runnin' with the bianja muthafuckas I'll make a voodoo doll out
ducks Everybody in your crew sucks Punk muthafucks Fuck critics, fuck your review Even if you like me, FUCK YOU! Fuck your Mom, fuck your Mom's Mama
bitch Round up you boys And you head down south Find a red neck hoe and put your dick in her mouth Round up you boys And you head down south Find a red
But I'ma tap it anyway and use your head for my nut rag Bitch what the fuck? Smells like a pile of dead fish in your butt Your shirts all covered with
wooden stake It's your life I quickly take Don't talk shit, I take 'em Take your life, take your life Coppers and choppers persue The boys in blue, the
pulling all your programs (all programs) That's right all you materialistic robots (robots) Prepare Verse one: Yo I seen ya girl last night Flat butt is wack, skinny hips Bald head
........Get out the way 'cause I move bricks, get out the yay And it's 2 clips, I get out the play (man!) Fo a few chips, I get out n' spray (Bla-kow!)
head knock I told Ross, we gon' show 'em how the gutta do Yeah, all black skis black ones and the jumpsuit Slide in the slider, in and out night vision
screamin' free Gotti Guard your body SWAT teams is waitin' with the shotty Y'all need to Y'all need to For all my people doin' time keep your head up
get what dey deserve Pass me the disc jump in the back And snort a lot drain got me booted Now I'm zooted out my mind Straight out the 3rd I know ya
rearview nervous While your head steady working And your neck steady jerking Up on your knees in my seat And your lips steady slurping I don't just kill a knob And I know your
out Cos of the head throbbin from the head noddin And we about puttin you out for the count like mic check, You aint gonna get Certified respect So hide
move, it's a jack move bitch Give me the watch that's on your wrist so I'm a empty out my clip Put the keys down nigga, on your knees now bitch Put the gun on your
