for real Lose your tooth and nails Try to fight it, try to deny it Stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill
show me how you move baby do how well ya do Yeah baby, do that dance It's the last dance you'll ever get the chance to do Girl shake that ass You ain
go, skull and the crossbones this is poison, the boys and girls who do not know you do not want to try this at home my novato (novice) this is neither the time or
I don't remember how they got there but I guess I must of killed em Killed em (Verse 3) She puts the lotion in the bucket He puts the lotion on the skin Or
for real lose your tooth and nails try to fight it, try to deny it stupid you will feel what I do, I do it well shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill
, I swear, I'm God; I give tracks a holy feel (Holyfield) And they bite ears I'm right here, why wouldn't I be, just waiting to be hooked to IV's- [? ]
a soldier These shoulders hold up so much They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up I'm a soldier Even if my collar bones crush or crumble I will never slip or
me Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper
a record, that I actually do in real life or that I believe in it Or if I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that.. I'm actually gonna do it or that I
his blonde dreads (Fuck you!) Every girl I ever went out wit is goin lez Follow me and do exactly what the song says: smoke weed, take pills, drop outta school, kill
don't do speed Don't do crack (uh-uhh) don't do coke, I do smoke weed (uh-huh) Don't do smack, I do do shrooms, do drink beer (yup) I just wanna make
god I was smokin crack all day And doped up off coke and smack All I wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse Now I wanna kill her But so
and get it, shitted on villians by the millions I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles
office or something Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm about to be
my last jam Plus the man who never had a plan B Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit I'm tense to be tempted when I see the sins
I do cause I keeps it realer Be for real, have you ever ever pulled a trigger? It's serious business shorty, nothin is more iller No discrimination, you could be
your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory It's either them or me man, kill or be killed You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be
know we lost hope and we needin it. Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down, scandalouz Like a tramp is. All for the street fame on how to be