shit down I'm a nigga so you know you can't trust me When shit gets ugly We got bitches that transport pounds We gonna lock shit down Murder them niggaz
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Nationowl's anthem, got cha soul on lock Still fully loaded, cocked the handgun Composed like the Phantom While the face of earth gets ugly, we ever
Clown Posse, Terrible Phat or Wack? Muthafucka You don't know shit do ya? You wouldn't know shit If it ripped into your ugly bitch ass face You ain
us) 'Cuz my god is bigger down your god down here Now we ride jet sled baby, bubble in ba-namb 'Cuz Rule and the Lord got it goin' on Been known to do bad shit
is an exclusive Turn the volume up It's very necessary, on the contrary No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary? But shit, you betta hurry
I'm a slow typer, a so-so writer Been the shit ever since I was an infant in diapers And Imma be dope all the way to the end From the cradle to the grave
the tears wear a colder complexion. Humour can offer diversion, But it dilutes real anger And nothing gets confronted. We are ruled by dangerous mad-
-7 3 sixty fin I pull out my dick and spell my name in my piss Shoot the hundred fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu slammin' That there shit across the street? That ugly
. through de magik o' stage-kraff, we be able to see him at woik! He now be preparin' some ugly shit to make yo' life even mo' mizzable den it awready
I rather ride up and drop ya But the rappin' is weak shit And I'm down with this street shit And you aint shit but a weak bitch The ugliest nigga in rap
your god down here Now we ride jet sled baby, bubble in Ba-Namb ''cause Rule and the Lord got it goin' on Been, know to do, bad shit, I'm so heavenly
Nationowl's anthem, got'cha soul on lock still fully loaded, cocked the handgun Composed like the Phantom while the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely
wears thin And the tears wear a colder complexion. Humour can offer diversion, But it dilutes real anger And nothing gets confronted. We are ruled by
out my dick and spell my name over the bitch Shoot the hundred fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu slammin? That there shit across the street? That ugly
