good, won't you back that ass up You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up Call me big daddy when you back that ass up Hoe, who is you playing
I had to bust that ass You went and got all my dope then you stuck like Chuck Like Slim said don't take no loses that you can't make up Verse Two: {E
play them hoes like that While I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back We spend cash with each other Toss ass with each other And if a nigga
that A dead ass nigga can't talk, wave or blink back Click! Snapshot, to me your rap's not That hot like a fat rock off a crack spot In the back got
the dark and pack that steal You ain't hear about the young thugs, The Hot Boys, that's who the are Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' that
slap that clip in You shittin like stool pigeons That's my bitches, that's my riches, that's my niggas That's my yayyo, that's my scale That's my sale
them with something Juvy} [Verse Two: Juvenile] Bitch you suck dick back that ass up You do it real real good why don't you back that ass up Damn I cum
gettin burned Talk a lot of shit but youse a trick in drag Like the Mack make you fall back and stick yo' ass for back pay [Chorus: singers + 2Pac] Why
that nigga that nigga ain't really down rapin' ass nigga I didn't do it fuck it with that nigga fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go
Thug Life when it's on it's on (Tupac) One of these days i'll learn don't fuck with trick ass niggas cause they turn into bitch ass niggas i'm sick
up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro'); Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that eye for (that
them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them up
villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin' Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that
against terrorism (fuck that) And what about this war against us [Chorus] [Wish] What about them thugs that's dead and gone What about them thugs that
on, you know it all, but God save your ass for clashin with the Soul Assassin That's like Mike fuckin with Poppa Joe Jackson Ass-whoop all over the place
force to get ya back C'mon [Hook:] Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do Girl shake that ass You ain't ever gonna
chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up Heat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin
know how a thug in this shit'll end up Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run your mouth, then