brother Billy And a mother and her boyfriend Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos That were given to him when he was young And a drunk temper that was easy to lose And
a whipping to see that I'm live and kicking I'm the A to the G-I followed by the A-N-T rolling with the Show B-I Black boots, black hat, slick like a
in the pocket of my dickie Just drunk a half of sixty, kinda bended Hat low, knockin, bout to fuck up the rented I'm a general, I stepped up from a liutenant
We have an A.P.B., on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Masta!! [Cappadonna] Yo somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do
my chest and a gauge on my lap And yes money talks cause for the {CAKE} you gettin clacked Ask about me in New York I'm the truth it's a fact And everybody
in, I'm going in I'm going in, I'm going in And Imma go hard, and Imma go hard And Imma go hard, and Imma go hard Bitch, I'm going in, I'm going in I
Weezy F Baby come to take a shit and urine, On these toilet bowl bitches, Pussy ass niggas, Stompin' on this beat like a motherfucking sigma Bad to the brisle, hat
tryna levitate your car I'm not a star, I'm a nigga that'll issue the scar I'm that nigga wit his hammer on him at the bar Sheek a straight up crook
And I'm fuckin' when the hook drops Chorus: I'm goin' in (x4) And Imma go hard (x4) Bitch I'm goin' in (x4) And Imma go hard (x4) Truth: Truth feelin
body snatcher P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough That I can chew a whole bag of rocks Chew an Avenue, chew an off street and off block Then turn around and
take a whipping to see that I'm live and kicking I'm the A to the G-I followed by the A-N-T rolling with the Show B-I Black boots, black hat, slick like a
knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home God bless the child with a flawless flow Say gave a nigga the
brother Billy And their mother and her boyfriend Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos That were given to him when he was young And a drunk temper that was easy to lose And
pantries is full, ranches with bulls And wolves there, who sit around, fronting in Wu-Wear I slam a Noodles hat, pull hair, two tokes and Ghost In a
word to my mother You throw a shot at me I'm throwing a shot back Your's is on a joint Mine's whistling by your top hat Ya I'm cool but you violate and
I'm a hard workin' man, I wear a steel hard hat I can ride, rope, hammer and paint Do things with my hands that most men can't I can't get ahead no matter