bug Ain't no deal at all She was, she was on the run Nobody to call her on the telephone She ran an hour started to moan She didn't want to talk without
they suposed (yeah) Didn't have shit 'till I started to bust And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than
you ain't even trynna share no secrets straight to bis Wifey, baby mother, you got any kids One word answers oh I ain't feeling that Then the pain for american express black
I?m in This ain?t a scene; it?s a God damn arms race This ain?t a scene; it?s a God damn arms race This ain?t a scene; it?s a God damn arms race I?m
po niggas: nappy hair and big lips? Four or five babies on your crotch And you expect Uncle Sam to help us out? We ain't nothin' but porchmonkeys To
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Let them lames know you ain't playin with 'em [J-Hood] No matter what they spit, I still ain't convinced
Flip that herb raw Clap, (clap clap) thats the bird-call If the cops are comin', get to hop n' runnin' Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin' young
y'all, Flip that herb raw Clap... thats the bird-call If the cops are comin, get to hop n runnin Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin youngin
the roosters Ruthless shooters, use to die on corners Or shootin' hoop cause... There ain't no leaders so there ain't no future Plus all of his school
: (Foxy) uh, uh huh, huh y'all cats ain't ready for the firm uh, dats right, uh, uh huh, brooklyn shit [Foxy Brown] All y'all hoes wanna stop my chips
in your lips And the whips better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no nigga givin' tips She's a bitch When you say my name Talk mo' junk but won't
rather deal with monogamy Queen to be held, Black Mahogany You're bout to bust damnit, sugar walls comin down Now you can't stand it, you've been touched
from the first line Chain plenty hang time, yeah [Blade Icewood] G-4 plane flyin, '05 Range drivin If the deal ain't least ten mil' I ain't signin Heard
Never get along like red and black ants, advance When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid Like a nigga withouth legs, I ain't tryin to
fronts sparkin? Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost Queen, couldn't
ass rings No more said, knew your chump ass was dead When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead It's Wu-Tang nigga, ain't nothing changed
get him nigga Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Let them lames know you ain't playin' with 'em No matter what they spit us, I still ain't
' lawyers in buildings Then we stop speakin', shit got funky I don't give a fuck, muthafucka get my money I ain't never been a hoe, you can't pimp me
