ghost been seen runnin' hither and hince. He's all full of maggots and he's grizzly and grim, Somethin's rotten in Denmark and -- whew -- we think it
pimp made his move, and thought he was fast. The faggot sidestepped him and kicked him in his ass. They fought all that night and all the next day. That faggot kicked
is gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors It's the, Mr. Luda, Jada and Nas And our bullets give you
, who wanna act fly and get shot down with a surface-to-air missile I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on anybody who ain't close enough
And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow I'm still alive, and still the sun'll come out tomorrow Shine shine shine, and grind, cuz it's money
love is gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors It's the, Mr. Luda, Jada and Nas And our bullets give
project housin, Baby Bam Lee just bouncin Make me wanna crack a 40 ounce and, and straight get LOUD and Chase her blouse and, turn her out cause I know
housin, Baby Bam Lee just bouncin Make me wanna crack a 40 ounce and, and straight get LOUD and Chase her blouse and, turn her out cause I know we rockin
brother, I'll a backflip Rey Mysterio 617 to the 619 (one nine) Chicks pon heaven when he kicks one line (one line) And big up to my DJ, pon the mix one
M-A-double-N I smoke joke and grin, and fuck your best friend Only if she a ten, then I slide right in Boogee and DJ Spin, be thunder and lightenin' Damn
Words bring embarassment, Captains look like third string in comparison to this too well known to kick fat flow And beat suckers straight up and down,
you're steppin', sho nuff I'm ruff I kick back like a weapon, an automatic systematic Michael Jackson Screamin' on you and your crew for not believin' [Hook:] And