a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around
fuck around and catch a bad one; Bo$$ is in the house! Slaughterhouse, do this shit! Prepare your motherfuckin selves, cause the shit is comin! It's a
jam one tha oneway dawg Look cuz you aint gettin' away without no gunplay fall You gone be in a hospital a.k.a. we never close In a morge with a tag on
combat Fifty shots in my gak leave a bitch nigga wet Flat wit a bars head what you know about that A hot boy hittin' yo' set like a bad wreck Wear a vest
favorite bad guys gone! - The Joker's dead! So for now till forever your stuck with the kid. I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be a enforcer
I ain't hearing any From the boat I fish for bullheads I catch a lot, sometimes too many A summer breeze is blowing A squall is settin' in Sometimes
alcy. Fuckin' pothead. He owes me $5 anyway. [Verse 1:] On my way to the job Drunk than a bitch I'm late for work again Damn, boss goin' have a fit
Wild Cowboy number one G-O-D, how you gonna block out the son? Read my jacket, my achievements stretch like a warning track catch The in-crazable voice
with a tech? What's the position you hold? Can you really match a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold? Roc-A-Fella ship fold
a house guest like Kato I'm a dog I said it rough Now call me snoopy Wouldn't have me in a hoopie Now you see me in a coupie In front of utopia, I'm
out, heard my moms call my name out Come upstairs, run up stairs Take a bath, shit stained underwears Wipe yourself wit paper Bad little ass in my
+The Source+ and the boss, show you what it's like to play bad mitten at the top of your position Wit a whole lotta niggas wouldn't play but it's written
same speed, of the muder rate Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth [Street Life] Life's a snippet, one
do the math Me and my staff run a worldwide warpath A bloodbath make Xzibit have a good laugh It's goin down, hit the ground like a plane crash You lil
Ain't Nothin Here, Baby Catch Me Throwin An Eighty In The Latest Bentley Goin Out, And Whezzy Never Hit A Foul, A Hot Guy Does Hip-Hop Flyies Are Knockin
confines of 33 lines and a margin mentally squabbin' See, every time my lips part it's a million man march And my heart is a pit with a million skin
Anything I say and do is a catch 22 and I knew I had a clue Of some type of suspion Tuesday night when I see you up a peanuts fishin' I wasnt really
