! Whoooooo! [Verse 1 - Royce] Fuck is wrong with you? Go ahead and inform your crew That I can end your career in less than a song or two I'm a tyrant
he smashed her Big bub did him somethin' deadly, act premeditated Buck 60 strike was the medley Nice like Van Halen, seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin' Did two
brain on drugs now it's a total different look from these shotgun slugs to get rich it could take less than two days I'm like them little beepers halfs and bullets two
reserving using a ratchet Competition stand 'em in line, cause without permission I'm handling mine, occupation scramble and grind Stop your facing, shank you with knives
know now but you gon' find out! party people, your dream have now been fulfilled get out your seats and lets get ill one for the money, two for the
on the block tries, 'cause you claim you got powerful ties So at the red light you arrive And to your surprise you get huffed up with just two steak knives
'll be best of friends Never ever disagreein, now that's a friend, c'mon [Chorus w/ minor variations] [Trick Daddy] Now leave the guns and the crack and the knives
Silence plus silence the guns I was the wildest, that was childish Now I stack my ones Shinay was in love with her school, Rich wasn't liking his school Shinay caught two
Somethin' to crack the new year off, ya dig? One for the treble, two for the bass Come on everybody, lets rock this place One for the treble, two for
' to the new year off, ya dig? One for the treble, two for the bass, Comeon everybody, lets rock this place One for the treble, two for the bass
Why was I born in these trifling ass times? Why is it mandatory that I carry knives? Don't be to civil 'cuz even white folks get jacked to Doctors, high
stories You get, boy, no glory Not in these crime stories I'm tellin' you right now, no glory Scene I Too Big and the Hammer rollin' on a hit Knives
ME the Big Mac Why you long lanky motherfucker You ain't nothin' but a sucker I was born in a barrel of butcher knives Shot in the ass with two colt
closes in With your assistance bitterly begin To build a wall of silence cutting soul in two Cloudy water in my eyes I'm ashamed of words with secret knives
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee They're throwin' knives into the tree Two big bags of dead man's bones Got their noses to the grind stone Livin' in the Land
[Busta Rhymes Talking] [Busta Rhymes:] I'm nice with the lead peel your edges like slices of bread percise, become a poltergeist, stickin knives inside
do it with the best of 'em "Well, we'll see about that" Aw, shit, she's just like the rest of 'em Aw, yeah, and when the butterflies turn into butcher knives
raised big hell every Saturday night When the sheriff found him nearly broken in two Sheriff said to Johnny, "Well, I think I know who" If he had teeth like knives