sky just for the shutterbuggs I'm double-fistin' and you empty, you can grab a cup Boy, stop, I'm just playin' let me back you up Baby, baby, you're
want a down low, you gotta go for what you know So when you have no worries, you gotta move in a hurry If you?re slow, you blow, baby, don?t you know
, and if you think you can hang, then come up with a thug. And I don't give a fuck if you a Crip or you a Blood, but when you see a thug, you better show
to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta, little sneaky muthafucka on a mission, grind, be plottin' for it quickly. Who fried? Do or die, nigga, you and I for
DO the turkey Lord have mercy mercy mercy me You see I'm tryin to get the punani but you just wanna rock me ah eh eh ah eh eh You see I'm tryin to
see 25 nigga you a O.G. No Mercy, no mercy. No mercy, nigga ima neva say die! No Mercy nigga no mercy. No mercy, nigga ima neva say die! Verse 2: Might
ass ironed on The front, my pump built like the Klumps To carry it I take the spare out the trunk I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days That's why you
? Pack up, sing your shit on law You mad? Well, then that's yo' loss, that's why, yo' bitch is on toss Drink up, if you really wanna run, y'all wild like
You won't go, you won't go You won't go to the ball You won't go to the ball You won't go to the ball You won't go, you won't go You won't go to the
the turkey Lord have mercy, mercy, mercy me You see I'm tryin' to get the punani But you just wanna rock me, ah eh eh, ah eh eh You see I'm tryin' to
that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window With that fuckin' AK all day You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't You don't do a goddamn
I guess You better hide nigga truth is near An' you know just as well I do You ain't no killer, so kill that you wouldn't kill if you had to We might
, could you forgive me for my sins? Let me fly, would you help a nigger spread his wings? As I ride, you'll forever be my queen Just though for now, Danny
you gon' run to? Lookin' for suckers 'cause you similar Pretendin' to be hard, oh my God, check your temperature Screamin' Compton, but you can't return, you
full of socks Got a fat knots, somethin' gone squat Down, ducka ducka, down, down for the block? Tryin' to be hot, but you flop When you shot to the top but you
Have mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy Oh, oh, oh Have mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy me Now now when my boo let me break 'em off Freaky when we makin' love
time That you make your way to the floor Show them what is for Cause I go on [Chorus:] Go Saigon Get busy Yo... get busy Go get them Get busy Get get busy