Call another huddle, we're down by six The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift But he's so god dang high, that he trips Falls and slips, Proof grabs
glue Stone poems dissolve combatants via shards through 56k high speed Still blitzed like relaxed I'll call geisha felatio deeds Like fertilizer bombs packed in air
trips Doing shows for my brothers but strapped with extra clicks Just in case any sucker would wanna run his lips A female I don't trust her 'cause women like to trip
meet that quota I'm young and I'm black so they be thinking I'm slanging that baking soda You ain't heard about, nigga from that dirty south, keep a
Kim and NGBG, pump ya fists in the air if you're with me One time for Salt N Pepa, Luke breaks express, gets so better Can't leave out the dirty south
Eminem)] (I'm somethin like a pimp) A diamond{?} trick, but you ain't seein no chips, young ho (I said I'm somethin like a pimp) Can't go on trips, so
breathe everybody wanna smoke with me To the dawgs with the pre-rolled blunts in the air bumping this like we don't care Dirty piss violated again
I hate the Sky Dome and the CN tower too I hate Nathan Phillips square and the Ontario zoo The rent?s too high The air?s unclean The beaches are dirty
Into your dome, osteoporosis your bones Who's the nicest nigga you know in the year two triple-O Spit turn to icicles in the mid air and slit your throat
up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive and I saw him dead. [All Murderess's] The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum The dirty bum, bum
on you snitches with an armored brigade, storm troopers Full of souljaz all covered in spades. this is underground warfare, guerilla tactics, punchin Full throttle mid air
another huddle, we're down by six The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift But he's so god dang high, that he's trips Falls and slips, Proof grabs him
it on air no, care tor creation I guess it's all part of indoctrination In the hustle and the bustle, I feel I'm in trouble And I trip and then I stumble
P.D. real nervous 'Cause they know I'm packin' heat under the Willie Mays jersey Nigga, it ain't nuttin' for me to empty a clip Or wave my guns in the air
I D I D And, since nine-six a chick been on TV like, MTV and, BET So T-R-L and one-oh-six, I'm in heavy R.O. when they play my shit Momma push whips like BM Dubs And your B.M. trip
enemies And they're attracting metal flies Here in metal, metal land Everything is loud All the chicks are strippers All their father's proud Metal, metal land, metal, metal sea Metal metal air
few, journals in my nocturnal state Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just cremate Too late to run and turn to Rev. Run Some blessin' the section, givin' them niggas quick trips
, when they chick say, "who dat? " Representin from the bronx, to the dirty south Spittin drug flows, with my dirty mouth We got it all, from