to blast on.. I wouldn't put it past him! He's got juice, how long will it last him? He's gettin back, at, all the punks that harassed him Ask him (HEY!) what's
The D and D the spot, GD's! VL's! [Chorus: Project Pat] Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards
[Verse 1] My home boy rico, fell in love wit kesha Full time freak bitch part time teacher Me and kesha cool cuzz I use to fuck tammy That's her lil sista
dig me picking my fuckin' ?fro out Limpin' up the one tree fives, the P jects, the eject these herbs That?s word to green herb, not the curbs I play
m the King Who you ever seen that's doin it like me? What new nigga done came that'll spit shit that'll sit in your brain, yeah I'm doin my thing A lotta
beware! [echoes] [shot] [kids ovation] [shots] [Verse 2:] Last name (Pay Me) - first name (Fuck you!) You collect and call me by my alias, it's ? Find me with your bitch my
street talk, hood life, thug shit All that and then some, started this drug shit Cookies - we cooked that, highway - we did that Paper - we stacked that, bodies - we hid that
spread the word tell 'em who you love The Crew's Thick (Swollen) The Pak is phat (Swollen) The Beatz are bad (Swollen) Look at that, see that ass (Swollen
, now that's Hood... [Chorus: Killah Priest] Yo, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess Enemies lie down while I'm clutchin' my tech It's on
molested Stead drum kicks like pistol in spinal You gotta dance and get round like a Rhino The DJ cuts with a knife like a surgery Sayin that the slice aint nice that's
bitch ass niggers ... buck em no, stay real, watch yourself and untouchable See that's what's wrong with you niggers, man But ... me and my dogs wanna fuck that
dumb that wasn't warned, help you Make it through the storm, my words to my first born, "Feel me" My words to my first born My words to my first born
and dammit I need that in a hurry Shawty flirtin while she workin, tryna (convince me to get) behind them curtains She said the word is that I make that
stop me that's JCOR They thought I'd crumble when it's rocky and stay poor Deus Vobiscum we playas go get some sprayers And hits 'em with layers of slayer inscriptions That
that's lookin like a foo And I guarantee that you'll be up for doom Until that the Hollywood terror You need the weapon That was kept up in the skeleton
m insane, now it's time to let my Motherfuckin' nut's hang and spit on you nigga's I don't need star's on my chest to make my fuckin' name bigger I'm
he?s good, He?s good, We got one, He?s good... He?s good We got ?em We saved ?em, he?s a go! He?s Good!
that might dolla, roll wit tha Bone, Mo Thugs of all her, changing remaining tha same, flamin my dank and drankin brew, thinkin bout that hangin, cleppin my
