Перевод: D-Block. Что до сука?.
up this dub I break backs, break gats, kill tracks and get scrilla So if you want good dick bitch holla at a nigga (What up bitch, what up bitch) [x8
Trigga-happy nigga, don't make me relapse Attitude like "Fuck It!" - they hatin' anyway And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say YOU STILL TALKIN' BLOW? - YOU GOD DAMN RIGH! What
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G [Verse 2: Young Dro] Aiyyo, pull up on the scene Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine
what the hell, just done happened, as I'm lost in this shit Off in these cuts, doing what I gotta do, just as I reap bail And break bail, up out these jail cells, see what
a fat ass nut - then I woke up next Like, what the fuck is going on here? This bitch evapourated, pussy and all just picked up and vaccated And now I
a spiked collar hollerin at him cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin (grrrr, ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a cocked shotgun Drivin up the block
worth it? Look at my life how is it perfect? Read my lips bitch, what, my mouth isn't workin? You see this finger, oh it's upside down Here let me turn this motherfucker up
I come around like what goes around What goes up must come down, anyone who comes up must go down Might aswell go for the gusto now Better not let up,
make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers But you can bring yours let's see what you got But don't front and never try to be what
lyrically And I'm not gonna cry Me A born leader Never leave the block without my heater Two big pitts I call them Mobb Bitch Nigga eaters And I won
about the papers, money rule the world Bitches make the world go round Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't Starin at the world
ass I won't fuck, gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk Carve ya ass up nice, you play me
rap bitch should Type takin niggas out like they packaged goods Rappers wanna contest They buggin Straight up and down we run the underground like h. tubman What, I’m the bomb bitch Nigga rah D
Slick like Fonsareli, and rich like cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say) Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man (Saaay what
and your West side But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick Caught up in the limelight gettin
on the block smoking With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE open You don't even know what's going on up in your circle Awful
nothin' buttered up, (Flipmode) doin' it (everybody) love it up [Chorus] East coast, what up? West coast, what up? Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up