forget to stop and get some fuckin' dunk 'ems (what? ) condoms, you forget dem nigga we got a problem [devin} That ain't no problem, man You know we must cover our bones Zoom zoom bust
now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this, c'mon Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon Do you know that you ready for this, huh We gonna see
, for my QBC duns, it's all real hold it down You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm ground Pass the dutchie while I, handle the Henny thinkin You
don't you know my glock kicks, hollow tips To your body, mad toxic, I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor Did you a favor, tried to wet you but
with me) To the city where my committee chase titties and ass (Are you ready? Come with me) I'll show you where the check break fast and we bust heads
gotta go blammo Lust you bust you, can I ever trust you Scare you dare you, anyway I want you Catch you grab you now Start me up (start me, start me
Block near you [Sheek Louch] If you bust and your gun got *****z on the run And you rep where you from ***** you D Block And you try to come home
good look around you 'cuz there's a D Block near you If you bust and your gun got nigga, niggas on the run And you rep where you from nigga you D Block
a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you You say fuck Sheek Louch? Well fuck you too Your father, your mother, the hole you came through
smoke screens without a Dutch They gon' need a gas mask for you Baby boy, I go hard, I break bones like Jackass dudes How many guns? Just a few, but you
MC I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper That's why my vocabulary sick Use big words like, suck-my-dick You don't wanna play Louch without
fucker The pentagon in this mother fucker [verse 1 - fatal] Around these blocks You know these hot glocks Cock till you drop All you wanna-be cops You
down for you This place is just too big without you I just don't know what it is about you I just know that I'm no good without you Girl you gotta know
chick walks by you wish you could sex her But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter Next days function high class luncheon Food they're serving, you
eyes on you I bet you don't think I know no better but sanging the blues Oh but brother have I got news for you, I'm something And I know you know that
got you this far Whether you say, "In Jesus name", or, "Al hum du'Allah" Long as you know it's a bein' that's supreme to you You let that show towards
bitch, nigga) Nigga, fuck you (And you better not say shit, nigga) Nigga, fuck you (Yeah, you be runnin' that shit) Nigga, fuck you (You ain't 'bout