] We run this (what) (Chorus) [Pastor Troy] The last nigga is the pastor Ready to blast ya You know, I don't play no mother fucking games DSGB you know
like Harvard I don't play at all, ball like a small foward Keep a buncha bitches like Ray J Norwood Flow so sick, I hear the beat and get nauseous Then
well It's been fifteen years since that shit happened But Too Short don't stop rappin' In '85, I was on the right page Ten thousand niggaz, Short live
player of players, just call me Pop My name is Too $hort, no I don't stop I just don't stop mackin', don't stop cappin' Don't stop rappin' now you see
your shit right and play Don't get it twisted like rays if I miss that's okay But life's short don't miss a day uh If I should die don't cry my niggas
! Don't break it! It took your momma nine months to make it Bend over and spread 'em, girl Show-w-w me those pussy pearls Rub that ass and play with
ancient I hope you understand we don't want to upset the apple cart and we don't want to cause any harm all the way down the east coast
play guitars for a living Metaphors is the bars I am fitting Ain?t even in the sky, but ya boy meeting stars for a living If you wanna look fresh and
don?t make threats talking what ya ain?t did Cause all wolf tickets is doing is make ya lil? bitch I;m looking for a mill, so I couldn?t be a cactus
read up i need a whole sack yeah the gangsta life better play the wind, chocolate chick, white .. all blue .. gangsta never die, keep it .. don't make
Don't stop Don't stop [Royce Da 5' 9"] Yeah, Bad and Evil is (BACK) We bout to get into a tale of gunner that details the dungeon This is the pale moon
look out my window, you know what I see I don't see no whores in the stinkin' street I don't see no drunks and junkies dying I don't see no bums or garbage
can't rap about bein' broke no more They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more Slut, you think I won't choke no whore Till the vocal cords don't work
and down old N-A-T Plates on the back say Don Chi Chi Hat bent, black Bent, lookin so fresh, so clean, I'm ridin' Same J.D., same game again Out here
like O.J. The stereotypes don't go away Little nigga, nice car, where the kilos lay? The po-po wanna send us where the P.O.'s play Thinkin' we all get
wasn't feeling me on "Nobody's As Ill As Me" I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs Tired of J-L-B saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives" But if I had a million
these rappers so bad lyrically it ain't even funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't even money you can't pay me enough for you to play me it's cockamanie
things to say i let you hit it raw, muthafucka! now i'm pregnant, you don't wanna get involved muthafucka? trying to take away a life, is you god muthafucka? i don't
