damnit!!" Chorus: WC It's All Bad! Dead on arrival! Nigga It's All Bad! Dead on arrival! It's All Bad! It's All Bad! Nigga we all, dead on arrival! *helicopter
it The game is way to deep I'm not your average hustler I be creepin while you sleep Game, Straight game Get up on it , Straight game Chorus- It's all Bad
I wonder why it's like that, they peeping me like Fat Pat But I just hit the kitty cat, and tell them hoes to back back Ask Fat Rat it's pure facts, we
' Keke:] When the Don explodes, and unloads it's murder G Original S.U.C., you rookies it's Don Ke I bust my glock, till it pops and empty And shatter
to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon) Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right) Listened
the horsey on the stitch Now I rock the W-U W-E-A-R, boy be a star No matter who you are, A-B Allah, B-C Allah I was born in the wilderness with the urge
bad dude with JD I'm the A in the hit, the prince of the click What you think keep making Shorty have them fits It?s the B to the capital O-W Wow? How
am, here I be Hah, the great Al' T G.C., God Connection, bust it, bust it Wooo! That's how we do I'm makin moves, cause you know who's All you shorties - all
Big shout to all my niggaz All my crud niggaz, all my street niggaz, all my grime niggaz All my industry niggaz, all my corporate niggaz It's love, it's
bitties with titties Housing all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun All for one and one for all
She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin My gun's my favorite bitch and And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin! [REPEAT CHORUS w
Outlaw gangstas [Slim Thug] It's him Slim, T-H-U-G But it's true it's me, on your mother's T.V On your brother's c.d., on your sister's wall The same
me,I'm the future I represent how it's gone be, I'm the future Born in 1987, I'm the future Party people get ready, it's the future I dont know about y'all
C Blowin good kenwood, bumpin eazy e We dem boyz in the hood, in the hood I be We out the fryer, freakin all the g's ??, for all the J's I got thanks
(feat. Madonna) All my people in the crowd Grab a partner take it down! [B:] It's me against the music [M:] Uh uh [B:] It's just me [M:] And me
It's the Brooklyn sway And as I let the music play I wouldn't have it any other way And if it sounds like somethin you heard before it's all the more
You talkin 'bout the sinners are sinnin, but let's keep it true Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than you It's chapter this, verse that, pass
I got it made, went to Ike and I got it sprayed Now when I park where it's dark, you can't see the shade (huh) [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Verse 3 - Bun
