Special sauce with the special skills The special find for the special fill A littel bit on top of but laid back cool Wind the thread from the tale
Man I hope these niggas at the crib man I gotta get the hell up outta here now That's on the blow Man these niggas ain't at the attic man Man, fuck this shit, man
(jea) Only hang out wit dem criminals and dem drug dealers (ayyy) I'm from even where da dead die (die) But try an do it big like da kid from bedstuy
I fuck you in the butt, get some head Bust a nut, get some rest The next day my mother said "I don't know what the fuck's up with this kid! The bastard
wanted to have sex with me in Junior High The only problem was... he was a guy I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler and
At thirteen I was puttin shells in a gauge on a shelf I used to, get punched and bullied on my block Til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid
to Detroit City Every place everywhere we go Man we deep everywhere we roll Ask around and they all know Tricky Ask whats good man they all say Tricky
ya! [Chorus] Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Where for art thou Can-i-bitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin' with Can-
Head Boy, you know i will I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed I'll Whip Your Head
can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid You pop off the top it’s like opening vats of acid Beat the Octamom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid Attack
back Louie V. napsack filled up with G-stacks I'm sick in the head, me I'm all 'bout the bread Go 'head fuck with the kid, see it's just what I said
perform when she in the bed Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look baby this is simple, you can`t see You fucking with me, you fucking with
, fuck the chitter chat I'm the baker, i bake the bread The barber, i cut ya head The marksman, i spray the lead "I blood clot, chop ya leg" Do not fuck with the kid
...this ya boy deondro street ridas man.. we been tryin to let yall know man we about tired of yall hatas man... my main man acafool my dog triple X
bad you said Well what about the man that I saw handcuffed in the emergency room Bleeding after beating his kid And she threw a shoe at his head I think
nigga man You know what time it is wit me, yo That's right Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man Take the bones out man
c'mon c'mon You ready to freak out ladies? Yeah, soldiers We 'bout to line it up just right Check it, watch how we do it [Verse One] Make way for the kid
