I'll get back to you I know what you want, but you can't get it I know what you want, but you can't get it I know what you want, but you can't get it
uh-of the Hot Boy$ Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy Better watch boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat You want beef
home, til I'm dead and gone Disrespect you get split, cause you know right from wrong Imma stand my ground, be all I can be And shoot down everybody player hatin' me
Ghetto You jellow, heart full of yellow You thugged out, all bugged out And can't settle Word up That's worth to me and all I love My dick's stuck in
you) (loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(love loves gonna get you) (loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you) (love loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you
ya back getting out you disable niggaz get staples and shit patch you shift over ya liver and able to reroute you leave you niggz tubes and cables to
you till your purple Then have my man search you from your hat to your workboots Fam fuck you and the cats that co signed you Catch you while you on your Ducotti and
ain't a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me If you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me I flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I
exqueeze me You admitted you couldn't rhyme when you dropped the MC Of your name, I laughed at your fame the minute you came And now you're like your racehorse, dead last, you
she's wanting to get with me Hey, I look up the block and see Lord kicking it with E Hon's like ?I want you?, better believe me, baby's gonna got checked
Nigga realla than me Mobbin' through your hood and takin' heads Slumpin' hangin out the windows dumpin' And shakin' 'Feds So mind your own Cross the line and see how quick
and hollers and squeals a lot. Licks my face and tickles my ear, Bends me over and buys me beer. (She's a honeymooner A June crooner A spoon feeder And
couple of bros Trouble it back to the usual Latter they pass the weed whatever you need bleed And everything beautiful boo-doo do you true you to you who you You
money, Nigga tried to play me and dash, And that's why me thugs should put slugs in that ass, then tell he And me never want to see no, Oh jealous muthafucka
You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me My nigga, we know what ya thinkin' Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me I'm comin' up outta my
can see If maybe he can tell me Why you're hatin on me, bitin on me Why you want me To show a nigga Leather Face, and he Don't fuck around nigga He's
cock it Mo murda, mo murda redrum Catch you niggas slippin' and I hit you with this lead son Split your fuckin' wig and leave you drippin', make you bled
resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch and hit you with levels beyond your control My momma never raised no punks and hoes Just relear niggas