want is your heart back dog you pussy Acting like you really wanna bark back don't push me Only room enough for one dog to hold the shit down You cowards
young buck Got stuck, now you're bleedin' Hospital ward, is got your reading Learn about the knowledge of self ya see That ya mad enough to go and stick
ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink nigga? Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?) It's your young nephew Turkey mayne (What is it
L-O, Say hello to my big partner, Yo with this heavy metal, I'm a rock ya, I tell yo fuckin block, bring your guns, Ya bring your goons, And I'
s junkies with monkey disease Who's touching these monkeys? Please, leave these poor sick monkeys alone They've got problems enough as it is A man is
dollar question is The million dollar question is street corner? This is what he said Have you ever heard the sound of a .44 at your door? This is what
my CD, now all y'all wanna be me See me on the TV, *** Peep the steedy, chromed out and phoned out My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out I keeps
, 'bout to lay somethin' flat Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped My money, money, money My bitch is my money Ohh money, you my honey Money is
hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead The next step is to off you, dead I'ma cut your fuckin' neck off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive) See
ya'll wanna be me See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out I gets
he has had. The always charming Champion is now taking time to high five a young spectator and the boy, the boy is awestruck. Haha, the gallery erupts
't get close enough to even touch the kid If you did, you wouldn't get far enough to bag I put my guns to work on your bitch ass Hold up, niggas fuckin
[Ja Rule] Fuck that, let's do it man, fuck that Cock back on these niggas man Fuck is wrong with these niggas The fuck is wrong with y'all niggas
to get struck first I bury they body on any planet except the earth I rip up, swell your lip up, it's a stick up Make put your hands up on your head
droppin' ya sword I got tattoos as well as lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin' and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is
is tightening, my voice is heightening This orange alert is beginning to crack That's what I read in that Sunday magazine The anvil is falling, falling on your
sand Gotta maintain motherfucker Gotta stick to these plans 'Cause this globalized village made it all-out war Hip-hop will be my wings And enough men needing to soar I see more guns
sober Assassin, blastin' enough your range rover Chorus Verse two: Triple darkness, yo, expedition Yo, I'm from a long weeded stick up Kids, coke
