holes in your shirt like cash do I probably have to stop to find his ass too Hit the avenue, in his strip, bullet proof Nav. too, if niggaz was after
my name up Now my homies in tha backstreets Tha blackstreets They fear me when they rollin in they phat jeeps This ain't just a rap song A black song
might go blind in my briefs cause my dick is too long I'm gettin nutt while I'm singin this song and there is enough for everybody in da party while
ass with no dash so I'm a bastard too Ask your crew, nigga, I gay-bash 'em too Grab his strap then ski-mask and bash 'em too [Madam Scheez] West Cost
roll on {line style ala O. Konfusion} If it is the early morning dawn, I'll sing that song like Orlando Tony, a white man, not a leader just a man too
Billy put a stash up in my armrest for me The way I fucks it up, it's like a fuck-fest for me I get on last and demolish everything before me We run
[Verse 2] 3rd Floor Productions and the group iLLriginals Makin' phat tracks every week was the ritual Doin' shows while we could good while it lasted
Billy put a stash up in my armrest for me The way I fucks it up, it's like a fuck-fest for me I get on last and demolish everything before me We run shit
5 of you And the rest of the world Listen, and learn Before you get burned I bring it to that ass Every time that I pass Never mind the past I got the last
jokin' On the low, kinda hopin' That comedy will calm your ass down for the moment I wanna turn the game on You busy with the same song Okay, I'm not
cat [Verse 1:] Cause the style you spit is suspect Full color photo on a 20-song project Every track carefully layed out, but it was played out Phat