can't sell the meat before killing the cow You ain't ready kid To a verbal war It will always be me who you gonna be compare to Chorus Rapverse3 (Isam
up (ease up) I don?t know what they take me foe And I don?t know what they hate me foe; I get cake fa-sho And I don?t know how to take it slow I?m the
loaded with foul stories of lust Greed and contempt, no street is exempt Extended clip shots, hoods barricaded for 6 blocks I sip shots, watchin em hustlers pitch rocks
, you couldn't breathe the air [Verse 3: The Original Spinderella] Ain't but too much for you to sweller Hard body, fuckin wit a Coke bottle model Auburn
can't strike in the same place twice Trailblaze the game, made for life stayed nice Yeah you made the Top 50, don't mention my name (Here they are!!!)
got me wild (Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide Verse Three: Method Man 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door Tical bring it to that ass
click, and the whole 9-3-7-0-6 I'm never verse-less, the reason why I'm first draft pick Electic, I rock strange to rearrange the stock exchange For my
I'm in da street ride her nigga for the V Fuck the industry fuckin what you think of me I don't give a fuck, bet you pussies be respecting me I love the
D. smash a bitch, when I fuck I am leavin'em stuck disastrous Can't get enough of the bootie gotta have the shit I won't be trickin on the ass cuz they
rock Tech N9ne makes the planet rock QDIII makes the planet rock Triple Life makes the planet rock Rogue Dog makes the planet rock Costa Nostra makes the planet rock
ll go to the record store and buy nigga 6, 6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3 niggas We niggas Getting fucked up with R to the mother fuckin D to the v niggas
Planet Rock (Ugh) St. Louis make da Planet Rock (Ugh) Missouri make da Planet Rock (Ugh) Chicago make da Planet Rock (Ugh) Lawrence, Kansas make da Planet Rock (Ugh) Topeka make da Planet Rock
alota rappers don't like me, but they won't fight me Feds swear I sell dope, well why they won't indict me? Advances on the throne, I ain't never take
every angle They intimidating ain't I I'm a beast, They don't like to see me walking outta prison I ain't trippen I don't owe em nothing but a Ass Whippin
you [T-Rock imitating DJ Paul] T-Rock man, what the fuck man, uh.. Damn man, my little bitty arm and shit [T-Rock] Yea I know why that motherfucker
shit About Gangsta Boo this, Gangsta Boo this, Gangsta Boo that [T-Rock imitating DJ Paul] You ain't never smelled Gangsta Boo breath? [T-Rock] And
don't care, then we don't care (yeah) 1. . 2. . 3. . times 2 to the 6, Jonesin' for your fix 'cause the Limp Bizkit mix So where the fuck you at ? Punk
fait mal, ca fait mal Ils sont 6 , t'es dans la cave, ca fait mal, ca fait mal Quand les keufs te soulevent, ca fait mal, ca fait mal Ils t'en reste un