s house Lookin for a quick way out, nigga {*scratching*} So now we at my nigga Ty house Cookin up a plan on the best way to take this nigga out Just got out
eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out And why I do it - the ridin and smokin
pound your girl Had her stretched out swimmin in the pool with her breast out Send her back home set to fire the sex out! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] So don
pound your girl Had her stretched out swimmin in the pool with her breast out Send her back home set to fire the sex out! [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] SO DON
shit for the street Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat {Chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)} {Busta Rhymes} Holla at me now, c
no realer, nigga [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] + (Female voice) (Keep doin it baby) Mystikal, Violator, c'mon (Keep doin it baby) Dirtbag, Violator, c'mon
of mia madre Ja Jousha e Allah ... refugees ... Cuba, Haiti and Somalia (Phase) absorbed whitin' abomination of cycles 6 degrees of separation infectuous the fallout all out
I head Westward with yo ho It's Mack 1-0 so fuck what she say I put it down the G way I'm gettin' head on the freeway. [Chorus] [W.C.] Hoe you need
don't rock Air Force One's, I call it Air Strikes [echoes] [Chorus x4] [Outro: children] Way! No way! No way! No way! No way!
y'all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo' ass quick Watch out now, I ain't bullshittin
d-don't do-do-do-do it! P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!" And now I'ma come and kill 'em
guns goes off, bitches hit the floor When them guns goes off, and them sirens roar Better get that money, and be out the door [W.C.] Racket, racket, comin' out
stop Awww FUCK! Ain't this a bitch?! A road block! Break: WC w/ cops [cops]"Get out the car now I say, keep your hands up! Get out the car now or I'm
one one, peep the blizzo My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow funky tempo (what?) Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck thumpin Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin Hardcore's the way
Real shit nigga Yeah that's what I'm talkin' bout Getting' it in out of the concrete boots In a coupe a hundred ten Blowin like a flute Fresh off of lockdown Straight out
pop off real quick Yo, I gotta get that guap by all means You know what I'm sayin', son? Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit I thought that everybody talked this way
together, a swordsman forever I paint the town red with many heads are severed R-A-W, I still bring trouble to Throw your raps in the sleep hold, quick
MGM Smoke Swisher Sweets and Zigs and Zags Drinkin Brandy straight, out a tall ass glass They call em Maurice's, I'm wit E-40 Mack-10 yo and that nigga W.C
