out of here Shut up, get out of my way, you don't know nothin' at all Shut up, get out of my way and get out of here Shut up, shut up, get out of my
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto
bed is, I, I Bathroom is, O, O and the kitchen is, U, U When I get home, you and I alone A, A, I, I, O, O, U, U
recouping it Doing it up, tell me whatcha wanna do wit it Capone's plan, passport to foreign lands Overseas in Japan, politicing with Chan Yo, N E P T U
never swing with D Because of all the things that I bring with me Only G O D could be a king to me And if the G O D be in me, then the king I be The
, quiet: Unheard laughers won't shut up until typewriter repeatedly yells, "QUIET!" R, rope: Jump-rope drops from sky. Typewriter jumps with it until he jumps up
the way to the NYC I'm talking bout the side but I know its Double O to P Known for getting the club pumped up and outta control And making them girls come up up
u I wanna bang with u forever but u too evil though we gonna give u to the devil [Gangsta Boo] whats up do u wanna come against me do u wanna get
P. Crakk and I ain't for play I got a mack that'll change your day Fall back, get your act intact P I M P U P H O E S is all the rest And yes, this
up Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up, I, I shut em down Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up, I, I shut em down Line 'em up, line 'em up, line '
recoupin' it Doin' it up, tell me whatcha wanna do wit' it Capone's plan, passport to foreign lands Overseas in Japan, politickin with Chan Yo, N-E-P-T-U
false accusin' it Back to the music, the Maybach roof is translucent Niggaz got a problem Houston! Heh What up B, they can't shut up me Shut down I, not even P
you) Some old wicket shit Some old wicket shit I'm the U-N-H-O-L-Y better known as Esham Champs and chumps step up and get some punk Playin around with
, strangling his forearm to fill his vewins with smack. P.C.P. spells gun to the head, half a syringe or a barrel full of lead. grasping at straws and coming up
Wodie throw 'em up high We some no limit soldiers 'til the day that we die And everybody in my click be rowdy Oh, boot up, or shut up, or get routed
changin' lizard so shut up until he's finished nigga, i roll chrome and ill pull up at yo home ice lookin like i stuck my finger in a snowcone when it comes to this rap, u
can turn you, learn you and burn you up Give me a cup, sit down and shut up I'll be damn, we done ran up out of Mo?again Here we, here we go again (Do
