You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave
them guts and didn't have to kick you down Who this bitch nigga wit' you now? Do we know about your X-files? And your sex styles? And all the niggaz that
' got dusted Time to do some dirt, uh!, I never trusted Them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival Now the town is funky, it's called survival What y'all
Get mad if you want, I won't front When it's time to hump, won't be no punk Roll your ass over and tap the butt Too $hort baby all in them guts I'm
dipped his coat in blood and guts and gore (Narrator, Ensemble & Children) Oh now brothers, how low can you stoop? You make a sordid group, hey, how low
girl won't you let a *** slide in them guts? My little man wanna hide them guts I'ma take my time with them guts And baby girl when I'm in them guts
off between your guts Wayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up Ya'll betta duck When it get real, they hide from me But, all them bustas 'bout
dues, with them pistols I made moves And I'm seein' all these pussy-ass niggas tryin' ta be hard Why ya fuckin' with mines? I ain't fuckin' with y'all
I bleach blonde 'em, you can't see like Ste-vie I'm on TV, Vidbox and all that Still in the Bridge, now what's fuckin' with that? To all my Mobb crimey
blizzard every time I breathe Posted up on that South Lee With Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat Where's the drank I'm runnin' low Cabbage Head told me it
it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop Check it out ch'all and
lust) [Unverified] Life is a 3 ring circus, all of the ups and downs of the carousel That I knew so well, check it out 'Cuz money's what the two's all
kill him So he's in fear, but there ain't no need in spilling Your guts to a nut, no, I am not your equal Meaning your equivalent, I'm all like heaven
In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the usual suspect No check, all I got in this game is my respect And southern pride I be, checkin' my fuckin' head
. I don't jock Brats. Let's use the synonym of gats They play with 22's, I'm like an h-k Double M caliber, when I'm in the trim Stabbin' the guts like
was closer I wanna scream at her, catch myself before I start to And then remember it takes two people to argue All she do is provoke me All I do is diss her All
Mary J it's all that real love in my blood that keep my lyrics tight like my butt and my nuts brother what I'm all eternal like your guts and that shhh
, Back in this mutherfucker once again, You can't fuck with me, I'm here to tell you what the fuck is on my mind, Maniac, lunatic psycho, and all that