you said on fucking too short tape But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave That's what you brave niggaz get for fucking with this You
Check my car for rubbers, but quit tryin Before you find what you lookin for and get to cryin You always sayin what you gon' do if you catch me lyin You
put a dick in the dirt Jeffrey Dahmer gets no love 'cause I'm the murder 1 expert You couldn't deal with the real shit So you got ass whipped, fuckin
when young folks is talkin' Huh, you little snake in the grass You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass Gimme a lighter, woof! Now you're
baking 'Cause ain't no limit, to this money I'll be making You know the streets end up, and I just can't let up Niggaz falling out of line, man they must catch
who we are 'cause we coming with that hard I wonder which ride, we gon flip this year 2002 Escalade, yes, we skipped the year About to jump through the Kappa, the young
all be talking about and you don't like what you here sometimes But um um since I'm so bright I'ma put the spotlight on you baby [Chorus:] Show me what you
but Willies could never catch me Although you wasn't ready still ridin for you already Make me wanna crack a vanilla dutch and smoke heavy Oh, regardless you
steal You ain't hear about the young thugs, The Hot Boys, that's who the are Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' that nut Nigga don't think cause
wodie, you hangin' on a limb Boy y'kno you scared and I know you is You been talkin' a whole lotta shit but lemme tell you this I'ma Hot Boy a-k-a the
worst? Why do the bad guys always wear black? Why is bad luck when you see a black cat? 'Cause they're workin' subconsciously, subconsciously Workin
-get If you're makin' movies, cancel that shit You're still makin' movies? Man, get your cordercam Oops, camcorder, but shit you know the order Couldn't get no skins, until you
game? Nas, why did you do it You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime Right... It's halftime... It's like that, you know it
Thug) (*talking*) Yeah, ladies and gentlemen You now tuned in to the, Boyz-N-Blue Slim Thug the Boss, Kyleon Sir Daily, C. Ward, we are the Boss Hogg
you tomorrow [Eminem:] Guess who's home? Tony Yayo, Obie Trice, C'mon! [Chorus - Eminem] I'm a Drama Setter, gripping my baretta sipping Armaretta Man you crazy if you
been accused and abused Of the crime of poisonin' young minds But you don't know s*** 'til you been in my shoes And Dre is back from the C P T Droppin
And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'? 'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you? We
you come up against us You can scream, yell, cuss, catch a bit of throw tantrum It don't matter, 'cause a victory you gon' hand 'em No Phantom, slabs