Lord help ya The Terrible Two, the Furious Four I dare y'all to bear arms and square off with this force [Verse 12: Tek] See, I was taught that two wrongs
Celph Titled)] Yeah, whatever. Yeah what...Y'all muhfuckas is stupid I ain't tryin' to hear that shit Matter of fact, here my muthafuckin' man is right
can spare no use of funds A month or two blows, a whole year blows Are we still on our toes as we guzzle all the Moet? Two drunken poets as the first
damn good coach Got the right approach, plus my pop had wins Seed trickled down, six two and brown When _Slow Down_ came out, at first it was MILD hit A minute or two
seven digits bigger Platinum artist status, mad cheese from Hilfiger Now ya feelin me because you're smoked out and high but too late baby, bye-bye [Chorus] [Verse Two
and tecs, snug, revovlers, oozies I got 'em, gauge no problem, calicos, AKs,357's nine milly's trey aint send you to heaven I gave my lady a 380, a 22, a two
to all they dogs Yellin' like a psycho when I pulled it It was cuttin' every bullet plenty of full clips Fuck em, feed em tef' tips Got a tool kit, filled
Son I'll bend your name Rearrange your molecules Amongst hip hop dudes, Brother Ali be droppin' jewels Impossible to fool I'm like Picasso with the tool
you see me and get your ass right back in the GT Y'all lame boys, hangin up lookin just for a name boy Goin upsize with the Gameboy Witcho' mind right
wrong and further from right spinning around two howling moons cos there always there whatever I do the river is loaded I've been there today tool it
[Busta Rhymes] Aiyyo; ah to my people on the left (get down!) Uh-huh; to my people on the right (get down!) Uh-huh; ah to my people in the middle (get
Cam'ron] Rude and Cuban, Mexicana mmm, mean switch when she movin' I be up in the Heights right in the mix of the fuedin' I keep my toolo, cause I'm no
a caricature that has no content My style is masterful, multi-lateral I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel Words of scourn are a disasterous tool
so I'm good to wreck brains, it takes gall to brawl with minds in chains Chorus: Del It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains [x8] Verse Two:
at the dock with some blue skis, sippin' some vodka with brewskies I right a lot on my loose leaf, and the Godz couldn't duke me Bitches be walkin' right
words To you through my two lips Or I could have them hollow tips Poppin out them two clips You pick, don't run up on me with your tool slick I be damned
through my two lips I can have them hollow tips, popping up out them two clips You pick, don't run up on me with your tool slick I'll be damned if I get
walk a city for food, like Diddy did dude If you hungry for drama, I'll see that my Semi get chewed Give me the tool I'm from Texas, but I ain't no damn