Nah, we aint done
I love bein hated, it great it
Lets me know that I made it
I wouldnt have it no other way
I wouldnt trade it for the world
Only lets me know that Im loved
by so many other motherfuckers that aint you
And as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we keep fuckin you up
And keep pullin the rug from up under you
And whats ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin
so much there aint nothin that we love more than +Pullin Your Skirts Up+
And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder
whats up with them fuckin one dough a man under-els
Do unto others of you will have done under you
So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to
When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you
You will ask youself, how come your mans
didnt enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jacksons ass while he had the chance
You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we cant
This is past any irrationalization
We have captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin
soon as we enter the 106th & Park building
Someones gonna get killed and I swear to God
if someone so much as even touches one of my people
Ill put a million on his head
And you aint got the funds to match or counteract it
But Id rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
And it aint because Im a bitch
Its because I aint a bitch, I dont endanger people that Im with
Im a general, I aint Bush, I dont send my soldiers to war
Im right there in the middle of the shit with em, so when I do get em
Orders to storm your headquarters, youll be fuckin with a ..
Fuckin with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it aint even that deep
I got heat thatll sweep a niggaz street
See I wouldnt fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
Ill be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda"
Without a failure, theres gonna be hell to tell the
captain that a bassett hound couldnt even smell ya
body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit
You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch
You get bombed like Lebanon
I snatch your head like one of Saddams kids
Motherfucker, Ill handle you
We can have it out on any Avenue
A +Average Man+ flipped into an animal
Shoot out your mandibles
Cannons and ammunition, reload with precision
Nigga know the mechanicals
Break the pistol down, you should see them handles
The street taught the child, no read up manuals
Push your crack vows, young Nino Brown
Chasin green is the dream, when your young and brown
Bound to be a problem child, look what Im involved in now
A Dozen Dirty niggaz and they all get down
Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
When revolvers we said "all men get down" (
While your punchin and tacklin punks
Im handlin chumps, packin a pump
thats longer than the elephant trunk
On the streets Im a beast, I feast upon the weak
So speak beef, Ill shot you and scream "increase the peace"
A monster, pistol packin pushin niggaz off they Hondas
Starve ya, get it crackin, yankin bitches for they ganja
Sneaky as fuck, I dont think mama beat me enough
When she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the keys to the truck
Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck
Or in the streets takin a nap, bleedin and Lugged up
+Who Want What+ like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep
Then fuck it, it will be ten sleepin
Know much about my a land ski
Dont tustle with my hand speed
Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed
We ferocious, toast no holsters
Approach us, throw heat straight from the soldiers (cmon,
We the soldiers, yall the youngsters (ha)
Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster
Upstairs the Munsters, hand full of drama
You scared of the drama, bomber the monster
Im back nigga (woof), I reappear
Shoot like steer clear
Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish
We murkers with no purpose other than practice
Theres three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters
Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin wife beaters
A gat that describes my life
I dont even know who song this is
Bitch, Bizarre dont give a fuck about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks
This Ja Rule beef I aint gettin in
Ill meet an R & B singer to sing at my wedding
I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty
Ill fuck your mommy and go fishin with your granny
Ill +Shit on You+, Ill pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see you "Devils Night 2"
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