作曲
D. Porter、O. Moore、D Moore、B. Johnson、D. Campbell
Haha, Swifty McVay!
Mr. Porter, the Kon Artis (ha!)
I told you we wasn't leavin, c'mon!
I come from a jungle,
with a trunk load of punk hoes (nigga)
Muzzle this animal,
f**k with mechanical
Gun totin hazardous cutthroat,
canteloupe can split it
And the Pope couldn't prevent me
from shittin on niggaz
Fitted caps get
blew back like bad wind,
imagine backspinnin
into a casket,
it happens when
bastards try to act masculine (hoe)
A hell raiser,
I smack the skin off your man's face
so fast it'llleave acne
on my hand when it land (hah!)
Placed in a class where professors came
to school with Smith 'n Wessons
just to teach us a lesson,
had that ass hangin up
with the flag (yeah)
Parental discretion,
I'll send you a video
with me naked havin
a session on my urinal (RESPECT IT! HAH!)
When you kill
in the nighttime
and claimin yo' innocence
I'll be waitin ready
to A.K. you and yo' egg Bene-dick {AHH!}
Usin yo' balls
to play tennis with (hah)
You'll be in some shit like flies
and f**k the witnesses
(MOTHERf**k!) Niggaz that doubt
and thought we wasn't killin shit
(WHAT!) Whatever you want,
we providin it diligently
(PUMP!) Double barrel wherever
we go willingly
(DUMPIN!) On opposition
in the streets or industry
You was born I was hatched,
but you came out deformed
I have nuts of a horse,
and you ain't got no balls
Come runnin with
tec-9's whenever niggaz would call
Bang-bang-bang,
bang-bang, shoot up classway halls
I don't give a f**k,
who you call to come
You came with thirty niggaz,
I only came with one
That just goes to
show you how much scrap
a nigga got in me
You gone off Henny,
that liquid courage drivin you into these
situations you in,
don't get that
"Purple Pills" shit confused
with us bein cool up
here singin "My Band"
I'm sure you see
these little kids cryin over me man
They'll do anything
for a f**kin autograph
So say that shit loud enough out
of the f**kin crowd and
I'll show you the meanin
of die-hard fans
Saddam Hussein who sews,
who radical act
A mechanical bomb attached
to my pelvis
That's what I mean by get, back
