This kind of music, use it and you get to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you refuse it It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms Just refuse whenever they asked to do
The type of that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know that's the new The type of shit causes mass confusion And drastic movement of people actin'
I come to every club with to do harm With a prosthetic arm and like Boone's Farm Hidin' under as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief steal from his own moms
Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my screamin', "Let's get it on" A lush love to drink, drunk drivin' a tank Rollin' over a bank, cops see me and
It's drastic, I'm past my of coke I think I'll up my by slittin' your throat Push your baby into the street 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step your street This is fight
You know why my hands are so No my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come, oh Smacked whore for talkin' crap, bitch So what if handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap
I fuckin' hate you, I'll take your drawers down and you Dr. Dre videotapes you, hell yeah Satan got me on this song a hot dog readin' the Holy Quran while I'm on the John
Tired of wearin' yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know it belongs, thong, thong, thong Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your Now go over there and up Dru Hill's arms, fuck your love songs
kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some and you can't refuse it It's just some shit for these kids to trash rooms with Just refuse whenever they to do shit
The type of shit that you have to ask who produced it You know that's the new shit The of shit that causes mass confusion And drastic movement of people actin'
Just bring who you gon' on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom Show you machine gun Sixteen m-16's and one pump,
The snub in my paw, shove it in jaw Have you out this fuckin' club in your drawers We lovin' the broads, nothin' to applaud But it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source, it's fight music
I'm a nigga loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear Blow his head back in front of the priest sayin', "You hear that?"
I slap your freak, bump you and won't If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own I my shrink just for talkin', came back and fucked up His pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin, fight music
These beads I'm is stingin' 'em See all these When I step in the club, I'm bringin' 'em If any lookin' too hard, we Rodney King 'n 'em Malice to them and gasolinin' 'em with premium
Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or it at 'em Hold up a picture of his and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin', right when your wife's Fuck music, bitch this is losin' your life music
If I could capture the rage of today's and bottle it the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say
You Liberace's, and you Nazis Watch me 'cause you you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna judge me 'cause not me You'll never me, I'm top speed as you pop me
I came to save new generations of babies From parents who failed to raise 'em 'cause they're To grow to me, I'm makin' 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to me
And you if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm on And this is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to and called
kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear shit and you can't refuse it just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do
The type of shit that you have to ask who produced it You just know the new shit The type of shit causes mass confusion And drastic movement of people actin' stupid, fight music