(feat. The Fugees) [Lauryn Hill] Yeah, we got Fugees up in here, haha! [Wyclef] Refugee camp y'all [Lauryn Hill] Funkmaster Flex up in here! [Wyclef
back home Son My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat
I got the boulders in the plastic baggie I got this 44 maggie in my waist my pants is saggy I'm a banksta wit the other gangsta soldiers in my boot camp
and war Yo, the saga carries on, word up, military time I got a long time (?) for slugs thug life tricks And pit fights jet black acts with fat ass kicks
the master suite, shit was sweet Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets As I was speaking to this half black/latin freak Met on a Manhatten street, body petite, fat
on the real side of things My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid) Everything is real not
Weed all morning! - And then it dawned on 'em (uh!) The niggaz that call him "the best" - I moonwalk on... [scratches] [Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Weed all
Qu'y se sonnent eux-memes le glas pour l'au-dela Pis ca c'est pas du bla-bla Tu me trouves acide, le kid ? J'essaie juste d'etre lucide Parce que spermicide
rapist, internet pedophile disco Sensationalist function of truth, dirty ass fetish Glass bubble lo-cal profile, the year's fiscal Workin family, Social Jowe, boot camp Rehab group home kid
my page more than your little dick I'm going in more than a little bit Didn't wanna mention your name to da track but ayyaaaayy Fuck you, you fat little shit (fat
kid, just chill, cause I'ma get mine [Tony Montana] "Look Frank, time has come We gotta expand The whole operation..." [PMD] Yo, business is business Follow the whiz kid
is like a Yukon son, slide shit on like Grey Poupon Mergin in the suburbs, gettin raw with greenery herb Real ill niggaz smack birds Fat words showin
your fat mama, now I'm rollin in dough Chorus [Eminem] Haha.. suck my motherfuckin dick D-12.. Dirty motherfuckin Dozen Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands Bizarre kid
. Yeah, it's live, sucker. Uh, yeah, and I was talking, y'know, trying to sell my record distributors and they wouldn't take it because, you know, some fat white kid
out their spot, puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot. My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed, throw up your dick-beaters, kid
Shaq Attack, flexin', I'll be crackin your back with the boom-boom-bap, pass the mic over here, you ain't gon' want it back, everybody said I got fat,
LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin Tell your story walkin Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team, and your six camp
on my page more than yours, little dick I'm going in more than a little bit Didn't wanna mention your name to the track but, ayyaaaayy Fuck you, you fat little shit (fat