will clap you bad boo, when it's no love I send her at you, I ain't eat yet it's no need to ask if I'm hungry, fuck This music give me a nice heist,
work That she carry in the garter belt No doubt I love her, I'ma tell you the truth But don't get it fucked up and get fucked up Only thing sweet about
coincides with my blinker While you wondered what we sayin' on the records real Yeah, you motherfuckin' right kid you know the deal My Mobb is infamous just like the fuckin' title read You
you bang with a gang Then tell me, are you down with the Clown? Hey Hey, bitch boy What you doing around here, you little bitch? Don't you know, you
back hurt I'll let you ride if you suck my dick And Bullet dick, and the rest of the clique yeah You finished? Cool, no doubt Now put your clothes on and get the fuck
, Gangsta Boo, and Twiztid (Violent J's Intro, Shaggy in parenthases) I choke, nope, nah. Aight, hold up listen (Fuckin go) I stab you with an umbrella
look it mane, gone make me three Cups of delicious KC Tea's Thats hennessy sprite and lemon If you got better then that, you gotta make me see Up in the club, FUCKED
't need your drugs at all sold it to you fools strunger than bukoos pick and choose whatever moves you junkie ew ew whatcha gonna do. Nigga you puffin
Westside We live in la la, we smokin' la la Fuck wit dada, boo, go bye bye Nigga, ha ha We live in la la, we smokin' la la Fuck wit dada, boo, go bye
the runnin' 'Cause I should have let you know I don't give a fuck you was fronted because you was blunted West side to the hunters you can't step to
gettin' loose Nigga, before you get sprain wit some hot shit While you run, I pop shit, yo ghetto ain't no harder than mine Fuck that block shit, you
judge me for that So before you cash your stones down on me I want you to take a look at yourself in the mirror And ask somebody to pray for you 'Cause
ve fucked with Mr. Illogical When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you break it You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked I don' drunk a boo
keep it on the low [Pharoahe Monch] It was all too prevalent The evidence was that she can't fuck you Miss you like she miss the rain, boo Black gange, you
mutts They suck and fuck For one quick buck And turn around and set you up And shit She suckin fuckin me Dont give a fuck about you She wanted to fuck
this one all the way gangsta I mean, you mutha fuckas don't realize How real this shit is man I mean, people always gonna try And get over on you but
I guess you Back again, back with my forty-five, got a new car to drive Charging to stay alive Back again, same gangsta team, new gangsta lean Chasing
be the rulers and gangsters Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters But I'm a tell you who the real fuckin