with the words "I'm horny" Blood drains from my face so quickly Mom gets home half an hour later Kicks off her shoes to read the paper Gayle just sits
dream with the words "I'm horny" Blood drains from my face so quickly Mom gets home half an hour later Kicks off her shoes to read the paper Gayle just
whole thang My nigga B.G. know Buck been a ?? man Its got to be in ya blood to be a thug If I aint makin enough I ma jack my plug We was born in it Not
just when I went to drink his Blood I thought I outta drink this bath water That outta be fun That's when my days of serial murder man slaughter begun The sight of blood
bigger, stronger and angry [50 Cent] Look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two'll cripple you, just '
past the line Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride And just - rock ya body body, rock ya body body Rock, ya body body, rock ya body Just rock -
down them bones Whoa, we on the job, the one with the mob The fake facades to get it just to make new large I roll a seven to nine just to break the yards
I bleed black and cry during classes I'm just a bad cheap imitation of goth You could read me Catcher In The Rye and watch me jack-off I wear skin tight
on icu Halfway dead No respect and handcuffed to the bed Now the trauma starts Cause the bullet must be just a hair from my heart So I begin the ass kissin Just
cause my ma don't wan' see me flip the crack And I'm quick to click and spit the gat I be dipped in black Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip
days all the girls is down to roll I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole Plus I been sippin’, so this shit is movin’ kinda slow Just tell
m the Bastard Of The Party, s*** start off off coke and bacardi Bandanas tied around the dubs on the Ferarri I'm the bloods to what Pac was to thugs
Fan or Foe I don't really know Off at the show niggas they know But I look light, was a good night and i was looking like a mutha fukka wanna jack
store Look what the bloods did to Weezy Look what the crips did to Jeezy This gang banger shit ain't nothing to play with Me and Snoop Dogg just made
at my Luger Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack Blood gushin', head rushin
the floor for keys (rpt 2x) [Verse 1] Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up Here
ain't for real We'll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back Xzibit: Your flow remind me of a nigga that I just don't feel Same style and delivery
