do with out the beat Uh well fuck it we gon' do it like this On radio station motherfuckin' 187.4 bitch W Ballz part two huh? Peep game broadcasting Provided by mother
If it doesn't comes back, hunt it down and KILL IT Ever since I seen you fucking my brother I can't have a normal conversation with my mother I wonder
put it on C'mon, put it on, represent, put it on, c'mon Nobody can take nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief The last punk who fronted got a mouth full
my tongue and spit the black magic and I'm supppsed to be fuckin' some crack addict without a rubber? and I already got a babby by your mother? they
[Chorus] Buy the car Buy the house Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south Back to back track to track
the gutter I can see you at 33 and still be livin with your mother I'm sick of you clowns runnin around, hatin on Rippers You see me in the street, act like your mouth
left to sell So buy a car and sell your wife, feed kids Ritalin, make 'em right Keep mouths shut tight, they gotta learn how to fight right I'm not sorry mother
make it happen mother fucker, 'cause we too deep in the game. Verse 3 U sound crackin mad 'cause I ain't getting no younger, And eatch mother fuckin
She's too complex Then we sex Open legs To the vein I complain Sniff cocaine Harder back, heart attack Smack to my vein Smash down the walls Smash down
[Chorus:] You see .. in my 87 jeans That's nothing Got the mother fucker on six That's nothing .. mother fuckers don't like it do something The only
the lock on the door He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then He took a step toward the man on the ground From his mouth
Stand by the wrong man and watch your thoughts land on a fence! I'm the voice of the gutter where your boys serve your mother And the noise from a clucker
put it on represent put it on, C'MON! [Big L] Nobody can take nuttin from Big L but a loss chief The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false
Try to understand That when I can, I will Mother weep the years I'm missing All our time can't be given Back Shut my mouth and strike the demons
a '98 kid's voice on smooth like Lenny Green Word to my mother I air y'all niggaz out Bigger chromers for the one who got the bigger mouth ("Shout, shout
motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh! [Chorus: Trife Da God] Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street corners Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers
, it takes but a minute Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it Maybe they run 'cuz I take 'em inside Come and meet Mother, two years ago she
, and pullin' cards If you wanna step, mother fucker let's go to war Hatas, we (buck, buck!) Ryda hatas we (buck, buck, buck!) [x2] [Violent J] Hata mother fucka, you hate a mother