that big bootay a smack (eyy!) She hit da floor, next time you know, shwaty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low [VERSE 1] I ain't neva seen
[Verse 1] Yo, this for my niggas, though, special delivery Spit like this, get my wrists all glittery Get cake, snakes get slithery Lean in, show y'all
gots to stack paper, crawl low like a gator Never will be plex, I won't settle for less Gotta ball like a g, man they can't see me And I'm with H.S.E
go, your cash flow is low Guess who you looking fo', you at my front do' Now that goes to show, when you get a little dough Don't burn your bridges, and
of funk Get gone, beat your feet kick rocks Baby you know how it go, cause we pack big glocks Hard knocks don't stop, won't stop And won't squit baby
these cats is playing, softball Put that bat down, swing at a golf ball I can get raw dog, when niggas stud up Don't get your block knocked off, wig cut
These crooked walls are all I have left to protect me From the pain that waits outside If I lost it all, would I even know? How?d I get so low? Where
s on dunn, lick off if I have to Niggaz scream gangsta, real niggaz play low Play in the back, but fuck around and get smacked yo [Verse 2: Prodigy]
Two: 2Pac Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger wouldn
pain at point blank range cause he slept on the game Ain't a damn thing changed, they shakin the dice Now roll em if you can't stand pain better hold
get the water to boil OH NO can't no busters hang, I hope you feel me mayne Cause snitches bitches and they ain't been loyal to the game My niggaz feel my pain
't nobody tell us it was fair No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger wouldn't let me feel
and get swoll up. Hold up. How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut? I ain't came a long way to get checked So give me respect when I get wreck or get
slept on the game. Ain't a damned thing changed Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em, If you can't stand pain better hold 'em. Cause ain't no tellin' what you
hands; And to the beat, that move our feet, and everyone is watching me, And I don't dance no more. And I ain't leaving my apartment 'til it's after
two, ya don't stop [MC Serch] Grooves get kicked as Serch tries to flip like coins Pain, like the foot to groins 3 Strikes but I didn't gel the head
