s fucked up Control yourself! Control your mind! Or else this world's gonna leave your ass behind SHIT'S FUCKED UP! UH HUH! SHIT'S FUCKED UP! WHAT! SHIT'S
a fuck, NIGGA! A fuck is a fuck, HOE! (A fuck is a fuck, NIGGA!Yo, Marquis, kick that shit!) [Verse 2:Brother Marquis] F-U-C-K-I-N-G, (Yeah!) I'm fuckin
no sense But now it's all cleared up And it's comin' right back 'Cause I'm telling your pack So don't freak out when your secret's out That's right girl
s, tryna re-up Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep It?s wrong, other words I just f-cked my RV up Bitch, it?s on again yeah, break that Klonopin
shot uip in the becon Catch me in the corner not speakin Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks Chicken and brocolli, Wally's
of this hip hop M U S I C. 'Cause when the east is in the house, "Oh My God!" Is right. I know girls that's givin' niggas fair fights, so you damn right
richer for poorer but O-U-T-K-A-S-T ain't no change so TLC go head and sang baby Yo is it me L to the E-F-T-E-Y-E (a ha ha) Or can it be I am a little
s half my time In the pen or the box Wit my man on the ox We gon do it like we did it on the block Let's roll Like wit 60's 30's 40 niggas wit me Rep
Elevator in my crib cause it's five floors I'm not expectin you to have one inside yours hahe Vince Young, suicide doors, haha, Life's a bitch, now die
I kick it bitch I kicks it No cereal like a land and I sticks it Wateva she asks me after she licks it That's too explicit but y u listenin *SNIFFS*
on me [Lil Wayne:] Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 I'm a get me 2 It's weezy f u now u gotta hava babayy My money don't fold nor bends Mercedes
A Nights I'm Tight Like Ballet Tights Ay Juelz I, Sweater Of Tha Day I Piss Cristal These Bitches Tryna Kick It Like "June Tile" I Gotta Watch My Head
shoulders Cuz the devil seent the rest Right on it through his binge's and Then poisinous Syringe's Beaten on my mama kicked the doors of the hinges
nuthin on me [Lil Wayne:] Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 I'm a get me 2 It's weezy f u now u gotta hava babayy My money don't fold nor bends
s in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat Albert It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it It's
the F out before we go up in your mouth When it's my turn, kid, look at what you done did Like my head is dreadable, you edible I kick incredible shit
is a fuck, HOE! (A fuck is a fuck, NIGGA! Yo, Marquis, kick that shit!) Verse 2: Brother Marquis Fuck relationships; motherfuck love (Ha ha!) F-U-
Crazy muthafuckas dont give a shit What? Y'all niggas dont know who y'all fuckin with We T-H-U-G-G-E-D O-U-T We'll F-U-C-K yo' ass up with that heat [
