Lyrics:
Nobody know karate, more bodies than Kill Bill
Somebody get beside me, Lord, will his blood spill
Like a waterfall, fuck around make me slaughter y'all
you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happen
'Til you fuck around, get an anthrax napkin
Inside a package wrapped in saran wrap wrapping
Open
you're at band camp thinkin' the crap can't happen
'Til you fuck around, get an anthrax napkin
Inside a package wrapped in saran wrap wrapping
Open
advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes?
What you say?
What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?
I'ma kill you, motherfucker
Uh-uh, temper, temper
tha sense to be a Big Tymer
You lil boyz swear to God it's a game
You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name
You lil boyz always be makin'
all the time
Never seemed to cross my mind
How you could take the time to kill
Everything our love had built
I never knew how you could hide
Everytime
Who lose? If you really ain't
Nobody till somebody love you
I say you ain't nobody til
They speaking highly of you
And what I'm sure you wouldn't want
concerned about my pride
You're gonna break somebody's heart sometime
Might as well be mine
I kill the lights and I crawl in bed
I got a fortress
believed
How the judge gon blame me
Cause when them niggas come to kill
Me nobody gon save me
Label me a felon ‘fore you
Label me as telling
Upstate jail
only right I kill it
Black blood, you're quick to spill it, justified rape and pillage
Hide behind your image, and terrorize my village
Your life, you
Yeah bitch you so big
You walked into Big Panties and stepped on Jenny Craig
She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig
Put me in the headlock,
beasts
Waitin' for the day to let the rage free
Still me 'til they kill me
I love it when they fear me
Holler if ya hear me! "Hard"
"Tellin' you to hear
just need to feel somebody next to me
By now you think I learned my lesson
But I'm not gonna keep you guessing, guessing.
Nobody knows how hurts
happened to light skin Jermaine (ayy)
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you, nigga (nah)
And it ain't no guarantee that they gon' feel you, nigga (haha)
Carrera)
You ridin' ill (ridin' ill), got some time to kill (got some time to kill)
Stop by and chill (stop by and chill)
We can talk about all the things
till somebody kills you
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
(I don't
And I, I wouldn't trade it for the world, world, world
And I, just so fucking lucky you're my girl, girl, girl
And I, I wouldn't trade it for
microphone, check one
(Chiggie check) microphone, check two
(Chiggie check) microphone, check three
You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E
Now check me out,
The hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck
takin ova ya territory
Notorious and devil-alition and we know a level
All you feel it when I kill it hit it spit it
Get it crackin in this muthafucka
and measure planets by parallax
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation
I feel like Rockwell,
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
Welcome to Rap City, it's your boy Big Tigger and I'm
Happy to introduce my guest, Mr. Busta Rhymes
It's Busta Bus, you know the god you trust,
Kill for me, you're still with me 'cause we get down like what
Told you's from the door, it ain't all about a nut
I'm gon' be fair, trying to be there,
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