my shit before Saddam hits The Nastrodamus tell us what time it is I was the first one on that Don shit First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shit
me for whatever the fuck they want I don't get to say shit Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want Sell me, throw me away Niggaz just don't give
aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then
can't get that And they don't take no for an answer either They wanna see you drivin round like you're Alex Rega But you can't see, you're not a +Taxi
, rap We'd all be rich if it was boy bust a cap I gotta watch my back cause sometimes we do stupid shit I can't even afford a gun to go and shoot you
thing in Tallahassee You all out here treating my wife like a straight hoe I can't believe this Bitch I can't believe this Shit Everything I ever did for
eyes can see Gimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat! I light a blunt for niggaz up in Sing-Sing I do it to death, style is funk that
place, fall to they knees Don't violate, see my man, he don't like no scrapes And if I heard you was frontin I hope on the case Wild one? Maybe, but I
Now make that shit fall Not just one, but all y'all Move it like you want it all Let me see you bounce it for me Work that shit for Doggy Dogg You gots
that they can't hold us Niggaz ain't shit 'till they pass away so I, watched my step but when Ola Mae left I was a mothafucking basket case for real god
who sits behind the table? Some Jewish muthafucka that don't know shit Tryin' to tell y'all, what's a fuckin' street hit The shit's way off course It
I'm entertainin' Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin' Plus I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot shit!) Uh uh uh so feel me when I bring it, sing
With a gat in the hand runnin' wild in the land With a pocket full of boulders Po po, know they can't hold us When they east dog comin' from the shoulders
side of society they don't see on TV So when I bring the shit, I bring the shit like I seen it And when I scream the shit, I sing the shit like I mean
bus' back, We hit 'em when we see 'em comin' back for more, Back for more.. [Verse 8 - Mack Maine] Michael Wade family in the building you can't hold
finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks 'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The green-eyed bandit can't
't a nigga who could hang Or pop yang, about a motherfuckin' thang And uh, fuck any bitch who can't hang I'm representin' bitches universal, it go, one for
painted, fans fainted while I'm entertainin' Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin' Plus I hang with Hannibal Lector, hot shit So feel me when I bring it, sing