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 that long hearse I think I'm Malcolm X, Huey Newton Marcus Garvey, I'm surrounded by my army damn Damn, nigga try and harm me Fuck what a hater think
to add another dead body to the doorway So I turned down my spice one tape and hit the switch Emptied the whole clip in his fuckin face [Chorus:] [Ice
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
: (feat. E-40, Rappin 4-Tay, Spice-1) Weeble-lations!! [E-40] Weeble-lations testin, testin. Testin, testin, hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I
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
Ever Ever Smoking Crack Never Ever Ever Fucking Wack I Eat The Fuckin' Pineapple Now & Laters Listen To Me Now, Don't Listen To Me Later Fuck It 'Cause I Know I Didn't Make It Fuckin
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
1 braids in his beard Quick to get the pussy dripping so quit tripping Like you got a nigga resembling Donnie Simpson Hoe I'm from the wild wild west fuck
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.
