Yo, **** you
Yo, y- yo ..
F-U-UCCCK
YOUUUUU! Yo yo yo, yo yo yo **** you
Yo yo yo yo yo, **** you
Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my
Beema? Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out ****er
Let the mother****ers pass us that blunt ****er
They heard what that mother****er say, "Puff puff pass mother****er"
Yeah, "Puff puff pass mother****er"
Yo.. yo yo, yo, yo..
Zim zeema, who got the key to my
Beema? Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale
I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills
My slang be high range
Brick City
Watch how you sniff son
I'm highly octane
All you hear is
BANG, BANG,
BANG, BANG
Yo, remember you mother****ers; mother****er,
I forget my last name
It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf
Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot
With high,
I take out any comp in the hood
Gorilla impact in this rap habitat get you steppin in your
Air Max -
BOUNCE! You mother****ing it back but where dat?
BOUNCE! I got a six pack of
Heineken and
Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps,
I give Stella
Her Groove
Back [Chorus]
My middle name must be
Mother****er You Cause every time
I walk by mother****ers be like, "F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!"
I'll be dat,
I'll be dat,
I'll be dat,
I'll be dat
My first name must be
He Ain't mother****er
Cause every time
I'm in a car mother****ers be like, " He ain't mother****er!"
I'll be dat,
I'll be dat,
I'll be dat,
I'll be dat
Yo mother****er, yo yo mother****er
I heard the party goin on in there -
YEAH Well let me shake my stankin ass in there -
YEAH! Soon as
I walk in, dogs are barkin (ARF ARF ARF)
Haters play the back,
I stay in front like handicapped parkin
Startin arsons from,
Jerz to Arkan- sas me coughin out that dread apar******ent
Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up
Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella
I'm ghetto like
DND, mother****er wit
D You be on
Banned From
TV Part II
I in a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup
You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck
But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo' pounds total when
I'm carryin the heat
Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets
Any mother****er dat disagree, smack him in the teeth
Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice
Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night (Why you actin like dat?)
The mother****er made me do it
Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it
My crew do drugs that
Wayne Reed couldn't breathe
Dry me in the sun
I'll amount to ten keys
Redboned I'm bonin,
MC's be clonin
That's before
Doc stretch and mornin yawnin! [ Chorus ]
Mother****ers and you mother****er, puff puff give
Mother****ers and you mother****er, puff puff give
Yo, yo If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla
It's four
A.M., I'm off a tab and still a world rap biller, push a big
Benz with a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna
I'll be god damned if a mother****er take mine
On foot, mother****er, put rollerblades on
Mind your business, the nine with swiftness
I'll pull it, stretch it like
Fonda Fitness
I'm a " Everyday mother****er" like
I'm Toyota
Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta
Wrapped the puta, in a
Hefty Two-
Ply (Yo he ain't from Chi)
So haul ass back to
Utah [ Chorus x2 ]
F -U -UCCCK
YOUUUUU! [ Big Tigga from Rap City]
Yea yea yea yea yea
It's W mother****er
All Y'all radio, ya man
Big Tigga
I'll Be Dat, ya heard?
Yo! It's like thirty degrees down here in
D.C. All my mother****ers strap the
Timbs up Get out the puffy coats and alla that
And I'll see all you chickenhead ass mother****ers at the club later
I'll be dere, heh..
I'll Be Dat!