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I was just a little girl
Skinny legs, a press and curl
My mother always thought I'd be a star
But way before my record deal,
The streets that
(Violent J talking)
"Yea...everyday...everyday..psychopathic everyday...eh yo Twin Gats where you at boy?" "I'm Psychopathic Rydin'" "yea, alright
son, I still kinda wish I could of been there when he was born
At 3:01, by gone be gone, there's nowhere wrong and all
Yours sons about, and since I
Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city

The body of his mother 
Rotting in the summer
to God, I goes on.. the little Don 
Smooth and fantastic as I get drastic 
Shake your brain mentally and psychopathic 
I murder with the brain of Hitler
Stretch died
I just got out of his ride
He dropped me off and drove to Springfield
November thirtieth, another Queens king killed
It fucked me up, y'all
don't let me spill
Mother fuckers wanna wet me still, I remain ya'll
Raw, the one, like five divided by four
Shit, this just the hate that's been
comes your mother with those two little guys"
Her mean mother steps and says to me "Hi!"
Hit Sally in the face and punched her in the eye
Kicked her in
don't let me spill
Mother fuckers wanna wet me still, I remain ya'll
Raw, the one, like five divided by four
Shit, this just the hate that's been
crying over me and she was feeling blue
I said, "Um, don't cry, dry your eye
And here comes your mother with those two little guys"
Her mean mother steps
the gleams from the Infra-Red beams 
Another motherfuckin' walk-by in your hood 
Better pack two clips up on your hips and it's all good 
That nigga Death,
I love you like my brothers
And your mothers' like my mother
Think we need a plan of action
The bigger we get the more likely egos collide
It's just
"Well, actually, Dwight, I'd recommend having your mother killed by one. After that happened I developed a rather keen interest in the subject, you know?"
psychopathic and I'm still transistin
I'm pullin to your cranium you non exsistent
My gat be on fire like the horse from Detroit Pistons
**chorus**
go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover"
Yeah, tic toc you don't stop
And to the, ah tic toc and you don't quit
Yeah,
comes your mother with those two little guys"
Her mean mother steps and says to me "Hi!"
Hit Sally in the face and punched her in the eye
Kicked her in
of my sweatshirt 

Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon 
I started out
mother
I pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother
I'm steady staring at your sister, I'll tell you this
You know for only 13, she got some
tripping and get me pissed
I'd have to walk up and bust him in his fucking lips!
It's dinner time, we hearing grace from your mother
I pull a forty out
the station apart
Kids'll rip it down, the club's ready for this

Said your grandmother's twenty when your mother's twenty five
Said your father beat Joe Lewis,
you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But its okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know who you're
the sky

[Chorus]
I'm so hood (listen)
I wear my pants below my waist
And I never dance when I'm in this place
Cause you and your man is planning
Rick's cousin
When they knew I wasn't, but I had no shame
Pa, you know the name, the Mos always had game
Back in the day of the Rap Attack
When brothers
pretend I'm safer in the madhouse
Clinging to the selene like a spider
I'm out of your mind like frozen fire
Razorblade fingers scratchin my neck
Lost in
the sky

[Chorus]
I'm so hood (listen)
I wear my pants below my waist
And I never dance when I'm in this place
Cause you and your man is planning