Fee, fi, fo, fum Suck the barrel, kill and come Fee, fi, fo, fum Stroke that trigger Jump the gun Kill and come Kill and come Low rent, low rise No truth
for fun, [? ], a syllable gun Real as they come, Long Beach [? ]! Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, [? ] try to do without trying Cause to us it's so easy, where, Jump
'm the meanest, toughest Don Dutta, the gun butcha You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya I'm the type that get excited when the gun
t me, I got a twin Oh my god it's you! Not again It all started when my mother took my bike away 'Cuz I murdered my guinea pig And stuck him in the microwave
, I'm the meanest Toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya I'm the type that get excited, when the gun
had a rap for the cops Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middle-weights Jumped
in his mouth, make sure he's gaffled Tie his ass up and bring him back to my castle Throw him in the dungeon, leave his badge and his gun In the car,
down, I'm all for america, fuck the government, Tell that seat of laws, tell that slut ta suck a dick, Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch, Take away my gun
to be hooked to IV as (?) well when you look at my pee And this joint, no exception, so just point a direction And record the pig's oink, when I rip his
momma knew you would Poor little Kathleen, Kathleen poor little Kathleen only fifteen and caught in between She wanna buy a sten gun, sten gun she wanna buy a sten gun
rap for the cops Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights They jumped
nothin' less than a G yo, you know my steelo First I was losin' then I started throwin' head crack After head crack, got my bread back, jumped in my
no Here comes the big ho' bustin' down the do' So I kicked out a window, jumped the roof next door Took the money, left the crack but I'll get more Jumped
mulet Drink white russian; game, russian roulette Flight continental six o'clock in the mornin Briefcase full o' cocaine on my way out, I tipped the doorman Jumped
livin' up in my people's rentin' Windows tinted, nigga from a couple houses down Get Skinny, bump it to last amount of spittin' It's senseless how them dudes be smokin' that shit Gettin' roped in that shit, jump
' Tha nigga started trippin', he was wavin' his gun Pissed off since 89, 'cuz we murdered his son Stray bullets started flyin' every way but in mine Still bleedin' like pig
, with four coats of steal tryna catch me But I ran fast, he couldn't grab me I jumped in the green van wit Scooby-Doo and Shaggy I put the gun to Shag
four coats of steal tryna catch me But I ran fast, he couldn't grab me I jumped in the green van wit Scooby-Doo and Shaggy I put the gun to Shag's head
