and defeated, I traveled the world for you I'm not quite sure if you know I'm here for you Cause I'm the one that is a pissed off son-of-a-gun We're
ve heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast I dare you niggaz to open fire,
a 8th, niggas'll come to your place Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo
son of Sam Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand I plan to head out west and plant my feet down A
rich off blows My nation affiation pitch forks I've chose What the fuck you gon' do? We bang back hammers I'm a six point star, in a gray bandanna I'
down im all for america fuck this goverment tell that seat delouris tuck a slut to suck a dick mutha fucker duck what the fuck son of a bitch take away my gun
reduce that faggot ass nigga Who wanna jump like a frog to a tadpole Gag it up, sliding through the ER, batted up A tube in your dick, you can't piss
golden childs that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..... Cuz if I had a
good, all downs is a bet Meanin', any money on the ground is a bet Open up the pool, get a dicin' room Aight bitches, use Pampers, girls need a nice room
out your head Or the word was built with your hands Close your soul to a voice of a man from a non distant land Cause that man has a plan to put bullets
What's the color dawg?) Two cups of Dracula's blood Three teaspoon, a goon, a gat and a couple of thugs A small funeral room, a fitted cap and a ice mug
He whispered, the locket that you stole from me Open it, there's a picture So I opened the locket on the silver chain Saw a picture of him, and he had
a pound Come on.. [Chorus 2] [Kurupt] Let me tell em, the headless Horsemen nigga... I'm back, give me a fired up Mac Seventeen different sachels of
don't please" I put my fifth back on my hip It's like a VCR rewindin a hit He put his hands back on his bitch My caravan doors open up I jumped back
Could it be a jack? Now pull my strap, it's my man And we have the same plan There them bitches go Civic '94, looking funny though Open up the car door
Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it Like a finger in a light
ya live or where ya from You stack a mill, niggaz will see how far you come Without a gun, you got somethin'll make 'em bar you son That's a million dollar
