Lyrics:
Get shit on weak ass kid
Hop off your daddy's game
Finger on the trig
Bout to go insane
Reloading the clip
Unloading in your brain
Sound like you
draped in gothic clothing
I'm a sly Fox more cunning than Toby
Took your first game's whole
Gimmick then cloned it
There's been no change
Where's your
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
A letter was written by a little girl?s hand, it was sealed with her little heart?s love
Said air mail to heaven to daddy, to your new home
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one
My mother reproduced like a Komodo dragon
the heat to these rap dudes, whatever let me know who's bitchin
And your security as pussy as you are
The burners come out, his big ass be the first
Titi lai lai lai lai lai lai
Na na na oh oh oh oh
The Lord is your shepherd you shall not want
He will lead you by the still waters
He's always there so
spread by an inbred
Who's kinda got your daddy's voice?
If you've never been licked by a hick
With a hillbilly dick
Or got a rash on your snatch
vision surely
Tell the world about the King, no hidden story
Give my life to Him, without a single worry
I know who my daddy be, no need to sit with Maury
shots*)
Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why
I make your Benz seem obsolete G
Rippin' your ass
My mother likes family reunions
Last Wednesday my sister came calling
With her husband Keith who's all kneecaps and teeth
And little Billy who's
Incredible I'm like the Hulk, just keep grindin'
Don't let them see what's in the vault
Don't be trustin' who you grew up with, they just your man by default
coming across the track with your hair wrapped
Miss talking on the phone til' the early morning
Making love off Keith Sweat songs
No one can do me like
to take your girl)
Now who could it be pullin up to the do in the range rover
Daddy mack lookin like a four leaf clover
Daddy Mack: (and im feelin lucky
went gave it to me" (ha)
Say, "Call Lil' Tucker, who gave them that ring?"
This ring the reason your tables are clean
"Big Pablo The Plug" engraved in
with Bosco
(fuckin' with Bosco) You smell me?
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
Shit, beotch!
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose,
think he down for the cause
'Cause his face looks just like yours
More of the same insane who sayin'
Like flowin' like night train
Runnin' the pain
skurr)
Just hit a diesel shot right by the Jet yeah (by the jet)
Didn't know we fucked before we met yeah (met yeah)
Outside of your spot n' I pull up with
written by rookies working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring your raps to the studio
I'm a get in your booty, yo
I'm a set up a bag
Havin' baby after baby by the same old chump
And then the day came, he left the dame shamed
But who's to blame? Y'all know the name of the game
Pimp
Invitation to a party that I didn't wanna go to
Surrounded by mothafuckas that give me the stress I go thru
Daily
Baby dance with me
I'm tryna drink
to debate on, who's your pop and who's not
Or who shot Big and Tupac
Or who this stud fuckin or how much this crew got
That's hoe shit
That ain't me
These are people who can't stand me,
Your mama, your daddy, your greasy ass granny,
Who be callin' me uncanny,
Your mama, your daddy, your greasy ass
ain't no rat, I'on know a thing my homies
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Still had to eat off that scammin' thing
I know some niggas totin' .40's
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