they pass out, they just ass out [Verse Two: Threat] So just stay off my dick nigga And tell yo' bitch that I wanna put this in her Strip her ass butt
out there just don't understand Verse Four: Juvenile I'm a 1999 driver I'm a uptown third ward magnolia T.C. driver Ol ignorant ass always stunting Big ballin ass
.] Came in the clear, slide it in, cock it back Plot it out, I put me an extra one in That's eighteen in tha 9, I'm ready to discharge That's eighteen for that ass
with princables to old men with debts And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex All across the globe and the bitch head game was out
ready for combat, a solider on the frontline Take me to the streets, nigga mothafuck a punchline It only take one time, for you to send a death threat And watch these bullets have that ass
We only had the weak rappers, but tell me, am I? Lejuan's the type to take your whole gang out You musta got curfew, because they can't hang out I'm gettin
a mil-ticket Help me get'it See me and pray for options but the pressures nonstop Niggaz get the pistol poppin' And watch they body drop I'm a lethal threat
with no love Feelin so strong, make young boys into drug lords Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes Now three
them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lights Watch em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers And get to dumpin on they ass, like the last outlaws
a blunt to take the pain out And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out I'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a baby And now they
I was comin up rough that wasn't even what you called it That's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcoholics I'm gettin, threats to me, comin from
Don't sell out. Get the hell out. Cuz here I come. Hit em with my bop gun. They came and they blast. We got witt they ass. And oh, pop this vest and all
? I, I owe you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get
I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird Now what New York niggas know about country grammar Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers When I pull out
to the floor in the drop I live life in the fast lane I make a grove of hash Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass It's like she loves me, she
nothin like the motherfuckin robbery So don't crowd me, cause yo I run shit You know, homey that old top gun shit I got a slug comin straight out the barrel for your ass
: (feat. Diamond D, KC Da Rookee, Sadat X) [Verse 1: Sadat X] The Art Of War, war like you never seen before Or, you can pick behind door three See
