Lyrics:
mastering it
Even the Japanesse are mastering it
All these things are breaking up
The mind of White Supremacy
Blackman, you don't have to bash white people
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
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I don't where to stop when I see low
Can you see that you see the door
What you think you could just step it of the street
If you don't get
keep the K
Bash a dude's wig over Baby Bash
He my smokin' nephew, we be checkin' brazin' cash
We kept G's on the omni floor
Put the bloody bills with
curves (oh yeah)
Don't be mad you got some nerve
You gotta feel like he really wanna get it
If he with it then you get em and go, go
Just put it
whats next
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, Don't say I won't
Get it
We push weight with ice cubes in a cup
(America's) most (wanted), police pin it up
(Alize an Henny), thug passion brother what
Potent it get a girl
Then hands up by a fair up relative, or honey peep it
Couldn't be the severed, once determined to keep
Don't say a word, she told this slim, who was
the theme
And when they choose up, they get broke for everything
I ain't mad at 'em, they just wanna be seen
Flossin' witta boss a picture in
nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution
It's the corruptor's execution
Now, we get the cash the stash and bash
Your brains all over
turnin' on a redlight
Me against forty of you? I fear a fight
Microphones get took you shook wear a 'blight'
[Chorus]
You don't got no wins in Mi
the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck
billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck cares?
I'm stanky rich, I'mma die
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
go down
Yea, your baby daddy mad, you woulda spilled the beans
Don't get mad 'cause she on my drill team
I turn virgins into sex fiends
I turn
nobody, don't nobody, don't nobody
Don't nobody know my struggle
Yeah
Hasta la vista, baby
Committed to the gang as a youngster
Slang cocaine,
the sidelines
Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine? (Uh-huh)
I'm a Goodfella kinda lady
Stash 380's in Mercedes, Puffy, hold me down, baby (I got you)
Only
tap-ons don't even worry bout it thugsta
left em in the garbage expectin they'll find an inner city youngsta
I'm an all around hustla get paid in
what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I met another freak, her name was Rita
Baby thought Too $hort just might eat her
I told
the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy
Or taking Henny instead
Taking liquor to her belly in bed
Until her belly is red
Now she's findin' out the baby is dead
She don't wanna live this life no more
what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I met another freak, her name was Rita
Baby thought Too $hort just might eat her
I told
'bout my man and you know that I had to lie
He thought I had no man and I was chillin' by myself
Don't get mad, 'cause I felt sad, that's why I must
Here you come again with your playboy lines
You don't stop
The party start jumping five hours ago
The mix don't stop till it's way past four
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