(feat. Cam'Ron) [Don] I dont fuck no more Yeah nigga huuh? huuh? Killa Cam, H.O.T. Ones huuh? Flame thrower yeah yeah Uhh Niggas remind me of slappin
't lose Brothers and sisters under black moon Hail high the sign of the black mark and of doom...... Wearing our name B.A.T.H.O.R.Y., on T-shirts and
too late to try to make peace Just be glad they didn't find your ass on the streets First they said H-Town wasn't gonna blow But we proved 'em wrong,
E-T, H, the O, the D Can't be done like tryin to find a penny in the sea Nigga run for cover son go and get them guns Y'all ain't from here, don't
, the n, the c, the h, The m, the o, the b, the great Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha It’s the hip-hopper that don’t like coppers And if
't blow it Or get it blown from the top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga Dissin my crew you catch hot ones I'm hot
G.H.B. with a gulp of Mountain Dew With glee so I can possibly end my existence G.H.B. ain't no need 4 resistance, extacy (Chorus) Yeah, X.T.C. (I
connected Locally accepted Roc'-a-fella records Don't get it confused (Roc', baby) Doin' what we do (It's the Roc', baby) B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O
' fast Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life It?s just T H U G we be And it ain't no thang Keep buckin'
out the window Me and my comrades take a nigga out his shoes Rule number one, don't get it confused I'm talkin bout that one three, s-h-o-t Nine millimeter
my L`s in tha air Wiastin drank everywhere cuz I cuz I don`t care With my niggas out that lava and you know we bad off We the ones up in tha cut with
you with dem jeans, baby, lay down Damn, girl, how you get all o' that in dem jeans? Dem jeans, how you get all o' that in dem? Damn, girl, how you get all o
relight ya lime It's a crime when I drop online's design That tick, tick boom, blow your mind Yeah me, M E T H the O the D Can't be done like tryin'
the S T L M O 3 1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 I'm real brass to smash with
the tip and shake that shit S H A to the W double N A, real bitch don't play The eyes can't hide but the lips won't say You're acting like the Dukes
an O and a gram! [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Shawnna] C-H-I to the C-A, G-O If you ain't been, don't go My city's so fast, you react so slow Your heart
and you pimpin' hoes And to think you could hang with me I never would spit this game for free I'm the T double O, S H O R T, I rock all stages and
