and turn em to contacts I'm on some shook shit, if it's missin I took it (whoops!) Nurse look at this straightjacket, it's crooked! I go to jail and
it looks It's a must - I redeem my name an' haters get mushed/murked. Bitches lust! - Man they love me when I lay in the cut. Fist the cut! - The lady
music fans Lets see ya break some bits and Make this pit a Zoo again Where's all the Hooligans? The nasty music fans Lets see ya break some bits and Make
FOOLS how dare you try to make a slave of me, Techno Destructo scumdog of the universe. It only allowed me to infiltrate your own race. How easy it
can't stand the thought of his slaves in asia, Who puts a B-boy and a surfer in the same ad break? I beat the real thing, because it's so fucking fake
want some nigga come get it I ain't trippin nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain
friend The real motherfuckin gangstas wanna see me end It's gonna end up in a bloodbath No doubt That's the only way I'm going out [Chorus:] It's on
ya on the street and don't love ya now They're out to make an end, friend Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make 10 They'll take you for everything
re skinny cos you haven't been eatin' You ripped off all your family and your friends Nowhere does your larceny end And then you get an idea for a big move An
it takes, that what I'll do Cuz I'm a push over when it comes to a gathering Grab a mic, and make it start happening Break through from the ghetto to
Put an umbrella up they asshole and open it While I'm still holdin it, openin and closin it I break they motherfuckin pelvic bones with it I will sabotage
to front you.") you can see it. ("Get up and follow me and flow again. Use my life as an example.") Do it, and see it, and be nobody else! Jungle Brothers
food got cold! Both of our tempers were on swolle For the most part you fuss, fight, fart! You build it up to break it down and now take it from the
wang We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that ses in yo chest(It
it through, dipped in twenty-four karats If y'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents Cuz Tash fuck it up, don't twist it up wit luck
be a runningback I can only get low and I never fumble Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone So if it's on it's on, shit I'm takin you
Might be here and it might be there. What starts out weak might get too strong, If you can't tell foul from fair. But it's hard to judge from an angry
know you (Not) "God's son" across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already Brace yourself for the main event Y'all impatiently waitin It's like an