y'all ain't got a clue My prediction is that y'all are gonna hate On the style we create, straight 2008 But I know that you really can't wait Because
rival now, tha turf is showin' what it's worth I gotta pack a gat fo survival now, they just won't let me be All I can be so all I can see is victory
fuckas And fuck yah Fuck Y'all Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards 2paclypse mutha fuckin' know Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick And my uncle Tommy's balls Fuck Y'all
to the typist [Intro (Krayzie)] Oh shit! these niggas can't ready for this shit nigga, trust me! Fuck that nigga, it's mothafuckin K in my Leathaface
baby, now it's a dangerous job Y'all so close to getting robbed, by the Southside mob We do the dumping nigga and it don't matter the state Y'all continue
live at I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back I be ready to go to war, you ain't gon' be with that You be the same cat that I run up
't get with me As I represent Houston like the damn Whitney I'm a get em when I get em I loved em and I fed em Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when
k Y'all Punk gay sensitive little d**k bastards 2paclypse mutha f**kin' know Y'all can kiss my a*s and suck my d**k And my uncle Tommy's balls f**k Y'all
like stockings Garenteein' 24 K with enough ice to go skiing Shine y'all (bling) fat rocks that'll blind y'all Nothing comes free, how many times must I remind y'all
In a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face
boys, don't fuck wit nobody else 'Cause I know I'mma take my charge and I ain't gone tell on myself Hoe niggas come to my door for the scope, it ain't
I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back I be ready to go to war, you ain't gon' be with that You be the same cat that I run up on and spit
a matter of seconds I'm disrespectin your character What's the matter ya niggaz ain't ready for the massacre I'll be slappin y'all niggaz in the face
I knock you out It ain't nothin' like money in a ZipLock bag And you could get smacked up, (plus!) hey everybody B2K sucks, y'all better watch your mouth
just ain't right Praying that the Lord, don't take me in the night That long long flight, and ain't no coming back Man I miss that Pat, and K.K Hoping
[Intro (Krayzie)] Oh shit! these niggas can't ready for this shit nigga, trust me! Fuck that nigga, it's mothafuckin K in my Leathaface (uh-huh) in this
