of sugar and two cups of water And when you get the light you blow it, cause a lot of y'all so confidant that when you wack, you don't even know it Bogus poets [Chorus: Punch & Words
Snakes, Fakes, Rats, Jakes, Thief's, Dealers, Freaks Stealers, Instigators, Haters, Investigators Players, Rappers, Sadist, D.Js, Play This Snakes, Fakes
do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode And punch a bitch
your grizzly If not then you might get pideeled Like one day right over a powerful dice game in Minnesota We hit the mall up for kicks Slid, in other words
fucking pick, suck or fuck or what? Nasty nasty slut I guess love is the word You act like you ain't heard I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken
cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry [Jay-Z] A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone Word back home
Big is my inspiration, dig No reward that's the risk is taken In which case you niggaz wouldn't wanna switch places I on the other hand relish the situation
frown And then move from ground to ground Such a pit no one?s hurt from your punch Must be a drag to look so debased On the other side you?ve still
wake up your mind We can make it betta and I know it could take some time But we gotta start somewhere How bout from you and me From us it goes to other
understand That chopper make a nigga do the running man I would take your girl and turn her pussy to a punching bag I'ma stunt my ass off, bitch that's word
out my chemical finishing up, what you ain't even begin to do when your backs against the ropes it's either him or you yaa??ll ain't so important that my words
t see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone Word back home is that you had a
Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G. Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazy Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before Yo
your mind. We can make it betta, and I know it could take some time. But we gotta start somewhere. How 'bout wit you and me? From us it goes to others
a place Chicks heads start spinning like motherf-ckin' white walls [Eminem & Royce da 5'9":] Got your mother suckin' my balls while we f-ck each other, punch each other
punching bag I'mma stunt my ass off, bitch thats word to Stunna man School these bitch ass n-ggas, you are undergrad The World is in my hand, smack the shit out you with my other
mention Lord Finesse, he's the Funky Technician I'm on my way to the studio, it's the only way that I know How to play down low Punching keys like Rocky
