But as long as they don't fuck wit me - I don't worry bout'em But if they fuck wit me - you gone have to worry bout'em [Chorus] (Gibberish noises sounding
bitch, Puttin' stank hoes in apartments and shit And ummm, them niggas who help you get the money you straight FUCK EM When check time come, they gets nothin', you pluck em
all Yeah you got to stand tall and have yo back against the wall Nigga let yo nuts hang it's that iron you got to slang If some fuckin' drama jump act
why I lost my daddy so young Just reminence think how me and him had so much fun Teach me man to man things bout the game Let me know always let em hang
been a pusher so I don't know what they yellin screamin fussin cause he's pushin fo I ain't fend to talk let em walk like it's all good Catch em slippin
grindin' and fuck the Police (Grindin') (Fuck 'em) I don't give a fuck bout them Look [B.G.] I'ma lil' nigga that will down you Let off fifty rounds
oh [Hook:] Wave high to the Ritalin regiment Double S shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch Hungry wolves at the door, bitch, let us in Kill 'em all
oh Wave high to the Ritalin Regiment Double S shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch hungry wolves at the door, bitch, let us in! Kill em all, OF is
's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a
Fold her in positions so it's hard to bend over I'm a very special kind I can't let u shine These rappers out their mind don't come get'em make em rime
know. Man let's go, no it's mah show, n' I'm on a roll, now you on da floor, homie let's go. Back spin on 'em, point at the crowd cuz they had grids
and cock You know what it's called, the Fuck Shop! [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] Now bitches and sluts, I'm down with 'em And there's a place where I get with 'em
get me alone She didn't care about anyone watchin All she kept sayin is I'm a make you grow up You know da pizzle I had to jump in Let the whole world
her crazy Guess she's given birth to a baby I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan We jump into another form of slavery Even now
ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle Power to the real niggas death to the sucker's Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em
best it's time to be buried Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry Chorus X3 Tell em' Thug for life High till' I die When em' stupid ass bitches ask
is punks They runnin off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin like you really bad-ass
