Spaghetti arms, limp butt, freak show! UGLY! Chorus U-G-L-Y, you could make an onion cry! U-G-L-Y, like an alien chased by the FBI U-G-L-Y (x10) You
it out, while I hit you with the [A.G.] You're a fake hip-hopper trying to ruin it See other brothers doing it So now you wanna put your little two
just another way to see cake But niggas still gotta die hate Well fuck it, I'ma do it cause the streets put me to it See y'all niggas is late See it'
on Throw it down and spit on, flip it, rearrange Boy, you messin with danger Wit the anger I possess Got to get it off my chest Brutalize fake emcees
: [Intro: movie sample (Raekwon)] On the firing line... lock, one round load Ready on the right? Ready on the left? Ready on the firing line? Watch for
know what time it is [Raekwon conversating with some people] "All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right It's like come on man This nigga
' it real for St. Clair Anybody that want it, even if it's on my mornings I will wake up, just in case you want it And I ain't got shit to prove it,
I gave y'all the heat, y'all distributed the shit Y'all bumped that shit, y'all had faith in this shit That's why I love y'all shit Whatever y'all need I got y
fete chase been doin it for a while Phunk Dog on the beat with it jig with it Hustlers play for keep with it so I keep my heat with it (A bay bay thats
the crabs, Fuck it (Can you kick it?) [Redman] Huh, it's that funkdelic, funked up the spot and tell it, Fuck the vest niggas better start puttin' on
Yeah, U T P nigga, come on K L C nigga, come on, holla I done tightened up on my G dog Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws Ya man trippin
Funk, F U N K, u stank Down with the P Funk, F U Down with the P Funk, F U N K (U stank) Why not? P Funk, F U N (Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank) Down
off the chain and bracelet I know it's wrong but face it A brother like me won't win the lottery Ain't no faking when it's time to bring home the bacon
A-U-G-H-T-Y, aqui estoy Little Rob aka naughty boy You don't wanna play house Pos ya me voy N-A-U-G-H-T-Y [Lil' Rob] Now when it comes to rockin rolas
U-G-H-T-Y aqui estoy Lil' Rob aka a naughty boy You don't wanna play house Wish I'm me voy N-A-U-G-H-T, Y [Lil' Rob] Now when it comes to rockin rolas
on you nigga's I don't need star's on my chest to make my fuckin' name bigger I'm the capital y-a from the three u.n.l.v. You repped on me, now I got
rap game on lock, like a cake rock Gimme the key, run up in your spot Like you on your belly, gimme the key What is it gon' be, what it's gon' see? When
Yo. I like that. Turn that up some. Oh yea. It's like it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like it's like, it's like, it's like Who be the
