I guess it gotta give them
Headaches over head then your beat breaks
Lyrics modum only cause you rode 'em to my scrotum
Hoping makes a pretty penny, if any, one of many, we're coming through
Smacking ya wit something we seen in Street Fighter II
Big D's like E Honda, bite like Blancka, or flip Ms. Chun Li best be
easy baby
You'll get the fair fist from the figure only get O sopranoes
Get dismantle, too hot to handle, I am
Grunt fiddle hawk when I talk
Then I speak in ahlf Porturican brother from New York
Or I'll smack you wit a ?corlota coat hero?
You didn't figure nigga I'll smoke ya
Sharp duck, I'm running amuck
I jock it for the mic, ?coov? I give less than a fuk
Peeping, I'll freak it then speak it across the border
Now troublemakers and we're not taking your orders
The water, don't wanna be deceived
I'm bucking some change, now I feel fuking naive
'Cause I'm living my day beat in the city of scum
I'm in a different one daily and it's yours, that's the one
That got drop, crooked cop shoot your shots
Putting technically emphetic, you people are plops
Now that I go pass go, I don't know, yo, bro
I feel like I'm still in the ghetto
(chorus)
Put me in a house on the hill(still in the ghetto)
Hit me till my tanks on filled(still in the ghetto)
Get me a job so I don't have to rob, why do I wanna kill(Still in the
ghetto)
Now bust it, sit back, I'm bout to rip it
Trust it, the styles like lusted
And wicked, loosely, who me I'm groovy
I saw Fritz the cat when it was in the fuking movies
'Cause I go back like pitching pennies on a project step
One of five when the bullet fly live
When a rebel pulled a car
