What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck! What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck! What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck! What, what, what
in the set, who did I see? A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me! (What??) I put that red dot up against his head And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should
go on The faster the nigga can get his dough on Then I can hit my flow and get my ho on Them niggas don't know what goes on They trying to fuck with all
and never learn to read So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and I let ya know Because they come and go like the wind blows What am I giving how I'm living what
I still be Off The Chain. So I'll get your girl and do what you seeing on Bang Bros. Stacking You Tube, hits like a double rainbow So fresh, got a Old Spice
the eighteen bronze, buddah palm About to blow like Napalm, before your arm Prepare for the warfare, or buy a share Oh what the fuck we dealing with,
choppin' they said, "J, WHAT THE FUCK?!" On the news they found her head stuffed up her butt, what? I'm an assassin, hahahaha, a motherfucking assassin, eeeaahhhh, AN ASSASSIN! [Chorus 2] A fucking
would say I just lucked up keep Talkin' that shit might get you fucked up, you some Jimmy Rucker Tommy Tucker type of mutha fuckas glamorized you Specialize in getting' butt fucked
finest clothes And your grill is shining As you're driving down the street of gold But you can't blame me if I set dis stage on fire [Verse 1:] Mama
: (feat. Spice 1, The Outlawz) [Spice 1] boss... [coughing] [Chorus] [Spice 1] Now if I died in a hail of bullets Would my niggaz go to war for me?
the set, who did I see? A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me! (What??) I put that red dot up against his head And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should
You muthafuckas thing we gonna stop keepin' on We shall prevail Muthafuckas fear what they do not understand And what they do not understand, they try
Gods be real What makes rain and hail, snow and earthquakes? Goin' through crisis, or mad devices I thought girls was made of sugar and spices Always wanted to fuck
up in your high society You want to check my mental 'Cause how could a nigga from South Central roll in a Benzo Spice in ya life is what you need You
-dum Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof (Blaaw) Murder in the first and shit Beat a nigga dead body with the pistol grip, playa Spice 1 often shoots,
[Kane talking] This what it's all about once again huh. Fucking and sucking once again you pissless trash. You get on that block, you make my money.
Member when your pussy Second husband tried to beat ya Remember when i went into the kitchen got the cleaver He aint give a fuck i aint give a fuck
We got Bad Azz in this mother fucker (Outlawz) Spiggity Spice 1 in this mother fucker (Oaktown) The Low Lives in this mother fucker (Still thuggin') You
