they bust Because they buck and you duck They put your dick in the dust My niggas Creepin' On Ah Come Up Black Nigga Killa Thuggish Ruggish nigga Nigga
buck and they duck They put your dick in the dust My niggas creepin on a come up Come up nigga, killa, thuggish ruggish nigga Nigga, finna' descent into
for me nigga wit yo lookin ass, meet me at the club all my niggas get to whippin ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga pos'ed to be thug, nigga pos'ed
say I'm a mobster But I ain't looking for trouble, I'm just looking to prosper You might catch me eating chicken and shrimp, fetticini pasta M.O.B.'s
other shit Goin all out, and doin much dirt on the killin tip (much dirt) So save the rest for the next nigga I was born to start trouble so they labelled
in front of you Bitch you know what I'm a do and don't call me B, this Mr. Bun to you Motherfucker fix ya grammar The next time you call a nigga bamma
cocaine slums, get it correct Real niggas spit at your chest, look at your death Y'all cop Playstations, play Live 2000 I'ma cop guns, try to survive 2000 Nigga
to crush a nigga I get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a nigga No need to boast Yo, I fuck around and bust a nigga You got to love a nigga The way
nigga, uh! (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Do it, uh! Come on girl You to nigga, uh! (Wu-Tang, if y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go) Uh-
my B-I Niggaz wanna be me, yeah I can see why Told y'all How I used to roll and see Clive Hop off the G-4, hop in the G-5 But since niggaz wanna copy
I been hot since 8 Me flop just wait, not turn blue {nigga} Tell 'em I'm FAMOUS, thought I was a new {nigga} Thought you knew {nigga}, when I'm applyin
blasts like a bomb dropped Mad niggas I ran threw With niggas I ain't knew it ain't new I leave broken like a faggot wrists So it's the way niggas wanna
a gun [Verse 1:] Yo, yo, yo, I'm all hip hop nigga but all thug Slap the shit out of venus for thinking its all love A B-Boy and a gangster both officially
T.O Me, Impala, Sox in the Volvo, C-7-0 Dolla, Ro, shotgun hands steady on the doe-doe Cadillac style, big balls swinging Rooftop bar-B-Q, ten pound chicken
, on them chromey blades Nigga thought of many ways, to get paper man Nigga came up quick, off in the Cloverland And the way I came up, you can't understand Nigga
We can go, toe to toe, with the blows to the temple (NOT) Not the Temple of Doom, so make room for the Unamerican Caravan (who you down with?) The B-