And they got them nuts that's off
that Acapulco powdered chalk
So he untouchable - oh he can
Well where he stay at then - he
Well since we got altercations with these
And I assume we get radar
on fool in dem livin rooms
Bet - motherfucker ain't fin' ta
be runnin around here drippin sweat
Havin hot flashes and shit
over these fulla bitch- made and a
You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick
Hit all they spots at once
Well where he at?? He at the
TravelLodge - BEEP THAT NIGGA!
Tell him to get here right now quick
now it's gon' be some shit
Tell him to bring enough ammunition
Bullshit ain't nothin this here been
goin on just a little bit too long
Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I
plan on seein 'em get grown
Get straight to the root of the problem
Get rid of the source that's what what
Get rid of the big cheese
and the majority of these niggaz
Somebody gon' mind somethin,
time to validate my respection
Hit the corner dumpin, in the big- ass
CATCH THEM BITCH- ASS!! That's
what I told my driver man
while I was tryin to get him
so that I could open fire
LET THE FULLY BLAST!! May he rest
in piss Miss smash up outta there
but I shoulda brought it like a concert
Fool's still alive, John Murell(?) Trauma Center,
shouldn'ta never found him
Shoulda handled biz, but for now,
Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna know
What's wrong with this sad to be
Don't they know that fools is
laced with assassin skills?
Kill at will, gonna put your hat on
the rack for a cool mill'?
(Awww it's gon' get done) but
now the heat has been spared
and put him under the wing
One of my potnahs got a plug on some si lencers,
several different occasions
What that mean his family gon' boo-
hoo when I smash that card
Better stay on a nigga brain give
a FUCK ABOUT A DIE- HARD!
I know this one botch with a big- ass
crotch by the name of Connie
She works in ICU and she dates this
nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
Have nab him at the hospital,
Paid a nurse to pull the plug
Risky business but it's organized
class and the shit sound sharp
but if we fuck around and make
the broad might her lose her job
Tough luck that shit no better
I gots no toilet paper feelings
The shit is crampin my livin style,
floatin from telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations
I'm guessin fool musta passed away,
picture at the post office
After travellin bouncin back and
forth to different states
they finally caught me up in Kansas City
at a barbecue spot called Gates
and as long as a nigga twerkin in the kitchen,
I'll be up in that bitch makin spreads,
Cocoa and coffee Ca dillacs,
Takin flicks, shootin kites, makin wishes
Fuck around and get mad on
the strength of con- ju- gal vi- sits
Keep my shank close by me when
shouldn'ta never found me
Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late,