bottle I'm 'bout to pop the top on it like a slab or a model Turn it upside down then po' it out for my lil' bro Then pass me another one so I can po'
em for I get one and put your money where your mouth is, or be ready for war/ Get kicked with the hot ones/ And it's one last thing for I knock you out
Turn the fuckin' beat on, ha, yeah, we're back as be I had to switch back to Dom Perignon in rap baby Cock-and-run to stay in the business Son of a bitch
You know the story You wake up one morning and you find you're a thug Blowing smoke rings in some dive Ya fingers hot and itchin', ya cracking ya knuckles
he aint what he say, n everybody gon rats Just rat, and catch your little body all rats Matter'fact, I dont hang out with no lobby for rats (Nah) The
catch her eye 'Cause man she is so hot But you can't compete with a superstar He's got a big old house and little red car And what need is the one thing
Yo, this one goin' out to everybody in every ghetto Turn it up and just so we accusin' make sure it bumpin' This is for the straight thugged-out, the
know the one the police was always chasin' Straight down and dirty for my props Eleven years old, extramanish, hard-headed sellin' them rocks I killed an old wack motherfucker, no one
sticky? Are ya hot as anything? Hey, get away from summer And cut off all your limbs" Then all of the body parts Start hopping and bopping around like little bunny rats
Manipulatin they minds in the alleyways These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kitty-kats They cross paths when traffic subsides; somewhere Some brothers is overstandin on a hot
and Sprite is I make a bitch jealous to the point, she wanna slice this I fuck a nigga's head up like the ex-girl turned dyke bitch The nicest, on one
-nanu By putting one shell in your head like a rhino Or I'll do to 2 to your head Before I damn wanted to let you know that you ain't who's hot And you
s sad for me to admit I heard of, you, such a fake one There's so many gay rappers they probably diss me cause I'm the straight one Plus chicks can't
haters check your eyes One verse, lung burst, as I done first Guns, slums, hearse don't stun Perce, where I'm from's worse (sucker) My new cuts are hot
with this bitch Get that bitch outta here man Obie! Obie! You know I'm havin' your babies They twins, one look just like you, let me go! And one of them
life gets told. [verse 2] How many make it out, it's one in a million Scared to death 'cause one of your children Just might be the next one to get
Standin on the block when the spot get hot Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop So I'm sittin back, rhymin on instrumentals Anything I touch, it turns
you Likwit crew, do it up, 'til the wheels fall off it Unlike these other niggas that had it and lost it We stayed in the game, stayed hot, turned up