(feat. Kurupt) Good evening bitches I am on my business (yeah!) Yeah, I am on my business Good evening bitches I am on my business (yeah!) Yeah, I am
murder he never coming back Turn on my TV just for more bad news Little shorty got him a gun and shot his school Can't even breathe cause the air so polluted
make you hurt yourself When you don't have dick you fingerfuck yourself That dick is an awful thing But you bulldagger bitches are fuckin' up the game Rubbin' belly to belly
(feat. Willie D (of Geto Boys)) [Verse One: ???] Pussy, Pussy--Pussy, Pussy Weed and alcohol it seems to satisfy us all, indeed Don't even trip, half
the weather is getting strange Drugged up, sedated and numb from the pain The sickness in America has spread to her brain She is no longer fit to make good
to see Momma's good moods They said eat this, they said eat that To stay skinny there was no chance And now when I walk I hear corduroy Even though I
heroics Recognize root of the worship, search and hold it Who put the fun in dysfunctional? I.. Chronicle sun combustible, donkey-punching pinholes In uncomfortables and conjunctionals for good (good
shit. Cuz I don't want to give a good future, I'll shoot ya. Shoot ya? With an Uzi filled with rulers. Fuck minors, flush minds. Even leaving 'em bruised
the topic Cause I'll be damned if you ain't I'll empty in your pockets Shake you like Gelatin, and for all you good semaritans playing hero Akinyele put one in your belly
Damn [Verse 2] I had a good lawyer, I got five years, Jay Lee did it to boost his career Gave me up, to get a bigger cut and I didn't even see it cause
that don't know I'd even fuck Queen Latifah Stick my dick between her Jiggle them jelly rolls and leave a cum puddle in her belly hole I don't discriminate
let me run it down the line The factory is open, time card punched Until lunch time it's crunch time, back to work Fool, the first rule is to keep the verse true Even
expect me to be Clever like that Just when you cats think you know me Never let the negativity hold or stop me Never forget the knowledge hiphop has taught me Even
Ya'll don't even know how cush look, look... While I'm smelling like the recipes in your wifey's cook book You promote a milli as good look, Listen...
they go in front of the store Dressed in black shit Some like theys are meaner If they be hustlin' back, we'll fuck 'em Can't even do one thing, assassinate
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel Good God Almighty THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL" No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't
ten's, you know Nine is about as far as any chick can go So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me So for brains and good judgement, I'
