This is death of inhalevocs moment of violence!
[Soufside:] Ha Ha Say If you ain't know We go by the GS Boyz Soufside, Prince Charming, & Mr. Marc D You nasty [Hook: x2] Hit The Boo Hit-Hit The Booty
a-n-d- to the a, to the l-o-u-s. i can't handle it, can't handle it. damn that girl she's scandalous. s-c-a-n-d- to the a, to the l-o-u-s. i can'
everything So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty
phuckin' Bob Marley It ain't gonna happen, I keep rappin' Muthaphuck Teniell, but see I'm the Captain of this ship And I'm true to the game Ya all
nasty They spin when you stop that's nasty You see that ass mommy got that's nasty! The way she shake it make it drop that's nasty Twentyfo's on my
won at the special Olympics I got the rudebox of the back of a spaceship, so sick I just had to take it The R.U.D.E.B.O.X. up yer jacksy, split yer kecks
I really don't fear that You know but if it's a group I'm talking from age thirt even thirteen even younger than thirteen. Yes I will walk across the
the punk's back Raisin' Cain, feel no pain as I penetrate Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my
me, I told you before I wears vest's A born legend by the way of .357 I'm an automatic with static its tragic Mr A-l-K-a-p-o-n-e The last man standing
nizzle D-Don got issues and a type team that dismiss you Oh boy, I gets more chips than ahoy I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy I keeps
homes like Ikea, over here Bricks, B R I C K Where hoes put twelve into size seven CK's Who's the one? D O C Carryin' clips for the agents in The Matrix
When I see a big ass I go and - GET 'EM! (Fuck the club, man!) (I'mma fuck where I - GET 'EM!) [Nasty Nadj] This is Nasty Nadj on WKYA Radio
Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz I was hypnotized, I'd like to break it down down Cold turn the party out I'd like to, I'd like to break it
aint shit, respect is everything So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet
nigga I run with the killers guerrillas and the head busters I grew up with murderers and hustlers, you can't trust 'em I been cut throatin' niggaz for a while now I
low frames Now I came in this industry killin 'em Now they all feeling me, sipping on Henny with an O with a gram Man, these bitches is awfully nasty
