Now $hort! I know you didn't think that shit was over
you little ugly ass nigga!
Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
Ain't no love $hort (4x)
Now mickity mic down
Guns out mothafuckas
Lowin' the holes
It's the kid from the gutter
Punks get on tapes
And they sound so real
But real niggas don't get in court and squeal
Yeah regard all that punk ass Racia shit
Got on the stand and ran your mouth
Like a bitch, little snitch
Pooh-Man did it! Pooh-Man did it!
He made me with it!
Court is in session, $hort
And you've been indicted
Hoe trusta Oakland busta
And you gets no love from the gutter
See we remember when you had to have
A baserock cawy and a nice hot bath
Smokin' and chokin', Sir Too $hort
Just thinkin' about the day before
See you never shouldn't fuck
With the real killa
I goes deep on you dopefiend nigga
Got on the mic and called me a punk
And funk is what you want
So there it is, junk
Dirty, tired, fucked around
And get my foot off in his ass
Let's hood ride, mob, fuck talkin' bad
No punk let's me check myself, partner
I ain't gonna bust ya
I rather ride up and drop ya
But the rappin' is weak shit
And I'm down with this street shit
And you aint shit but a weak bitch
The ugliest nigga in rap
Try to cap on the nigga
From the mothafuckin' hood
So when I see you it's all good
Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
Aint no love, $hort (4x)
Ant Banks: read this...
I boarded to your
