big toys(toys), dont make me have to blast, Let a hundred rounds go, you do a hundred yard dash, Back up in the hood where the rules dont shift, And the gangstas talk
talkin bout i cant sleep too hurt to eat, baby girl neva see, that be he Not me i'm way a better cheat You know me better, b we just fuck em and duck
i gots to go N-A-U-G-H-T-Y Little rob aka naughty boy You dont wanna play house Pos ya me voy N-A-U-G-H-T-Y [Lil' Rob (talkin)] Woof, que perro Yeah,
the next day fuck a g.e.d Then i went and clowned the industry with ICP Through up the 313, to let them know it was me Esham is dope ho im the king of
me an asshole, cuz I'm fast, put your ass on blast, I'm a natural Lil' dook shoot, dont make me toot toot, you dont wanna make me have to shoot poops
it's negative, I don't wanna hear it eliminating player haters with their evil spirits I hear em talkin, they mad at Smurf and Souljah Boy They hating big in the magazine, and dont
, two Check me the fuck out I'm here now, ha, ha, I'm here now Ya'll should have never let me in the muthafuckin' game B They fucked up lettin' me in
oh, ohhh, ohhhh F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z. It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades Ziggy stuff
used to never drink, now Im known to drink plenty Cristal, Henny, Mo get me on the Remmy packers sent me dolo, but I order beef semi Dont make me and
down, while he spark that pound, I takes a toke hold, then of the smoke, then I blows it out, into the B-A-Y, my niggaz aint G-A-Y, this Frisco pimpin
me the lyrics would have fucked up my lyrical status can't touch me or any style these niggas in the game wanna talk foul ima shove me rod in ya mouth
my home and the team that I trust So dont talk about them things if yo things dont bust I knew a guy like you, his name was Phillepe Had me on 3-way
me need me need me need me [ja rule] ya kno u need me need me need me need me [fat joe] ya kno ya need me need me need me me me meeee [ja rule]
the track O tell em what you're talking about [Verse 1:] I, step off into the party like a real O.G Got a- bout 40 or 50 girls behind me They
kill me flex, hit the block and go take care of my moms nigga. (B.G.) My mom ashamed of me, I'm in the game now. I tell her momma dont trip, it's too
sendin pampers U just dont get it u servin no purpose I dont wanna talk, talk 2 my answerin service I dont wanna talk to ya, I dont wanna fuck ya Naw
with that chick from the other side of town Yeeh. It Is What Is, Baby Wipe Me Down (Yeah) think back how it was with out me And How Everything Is So Thug About Me
dont break a knuckle or knee, my shine is finished im climbin in it but i could fall down the chimney a hound is in me so dont come around or near me