tech will do You must of thought that we was friendly When we told you we was rappers, we Jackers We want the money, that's what we after We want the
trapped in an act, not of my own design, In this act, I demonstrate the kind of performer I might have become, had I not been blessed with brains,
nigga, Southside gangsta nigga Fuck everythin' you goin' through, Bad Azz'll punish you Show no love, love will get you killed, so here we come for
And convict this nigga Old dickless nigga Man im runnin' with the blucka Young Money muthafucka You think we won't do our thang.. Well ain't it sunny in the summer? And we
Ha ha, the remix, 5 on it We creepin' in too, baby (We got 5 on every thang, mayn) We got uh, Dru Down, we got the Luniz (Shock G, whassup?) (Know it'
odds with us, just what its gotta be Cause we started out cold and it snowballed We froze, soon as we rolled up on these hoes All's we know is ya'll
We make it hot We don't stop To bust back, we just keep Busting the [blam blam] Bulletproof brain cells The name spells out success That will remind
loud for you? Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time At first, I'm like, you wanna throw me out? That's fine But not for him to take
just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick? The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake And then we walked
look at my history you will see that i'm not the only one who's off his rocker there were many before me i was always labelled the black sheep of the family what a bad
set up an appointment Who's gonna see the doctor first, we'll do a coin flip I just got my one year sobriety coin chip When the bad get goin', how bad
he overdosed They've been waitin' patiently For Pinocchio to poke his nose Back into the game and they know Rap will never be the same as before Bashin' in the brains
hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case See it's a matter of taste We as a people decide If Shady's as bad As they say he is
My shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (BOOM) You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie, we
right, then not, E. Watt said not I put my mug up, but fair is fair So C. Brown are we in the clear? Yeah C. Brown are we in the clear? Yeah Makin' moves
be a bad word to you I couldn't stop myself writing a funky rap or two So free your dull-ass mind your funky ass will follow Your funk is watered down
like him or not, he's a major problem) I will slap yo' ass in church And apologize to Jesus later, punk Why am I hot and you not and why is you rich
watch your edge crush Attendance to his session breaks parameters set Until the audience agrees the medics should be sent [Mad Child] I'm a bad man baseball battin' your brains