nothing up my sleeve Take a hint bitches leave [2x] You got a make-up face and perfect hair Walking around counting all your stares Think you're real clever in your
a hint, bitches leave Things aren't pretty in New Detroit So go ahead and get to the point And there's nothing up my sleeve Take a hint, bitches leave
amazing confusion type illusion Brought to your brain cell Giving you mental type dillusions It's all brain wall syndrome Sending you in a cyclone Plus had for your health so best leave
Wanna Be From You get your little notices from bumpin your gums When you should be concentratin on lumpin your sums Got to show your little ass when company
spark an idea Figure you can diss me to jump start your career I punch you in your fuckin chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (bitch) And fuck your underground
scheamin on your rings and fronts but don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here I got my own place
it be Sam, will it be Fran, or will it be Cisco Or strictly back to disco However though one and my own one, soo Never pet yo, full deck pro The most
, sit back and spark an idea Figure you can diss me to jump start your career I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (Bitch) And fuck your
And smash motherfuckers In the middle of they own sreets Give me my shit bitch, is my reply Or we braking your jaw and swelling your eye tonight bitch
Too quick, eat 'em up, better for pet food No brain, slow lane, missing your head screws Skin and bones let mess with your chrome set Tricked out, hopping like your
of jet fuel Too quick, eat 'em up, better for pet food No brain, slow lane, missing your head screws Skin and bones let mess with your chrome set Tricked out, hopping like your
scheamin on your rings and fronts But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here I got my own place
it be sam, will it be fran, or will it be cisco Or strictly back to disco However though one and my own one, soo Never pet yo, full deck pro The most
be true PRECHORUS: Red hot mama Oh that charmer Time's come to pay your dues CHORUS: Now you're messin' with a A SON OF A BITCH Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
