Shiiit, right back at cha`ll again
(right back at cha`ll)
This the one they call whody
(Stop saying whody and say Sporty(Records) boy
Shit ain`t nothin` change like I told y`all anything you make
can and will be flipped against ya` you be exhibit three coming for me(like I
told ya`ll be a man about it)
(like I do, I said ya` name boy, I said it)
Uptown section of the newspaper
Downtown as well
T-bone on the track
We raising hell
Chorus(Repeats)
{You got rope round` ya` neck(two rope sounds)
Duck Tape on ya wrist(tape stretching sounds)
Pistol whips to ya` skull(get em` get em`)
Now here come my pist(pissing sound)}
Verse 1:
You tried *Guerilla Warfare*
Now try this killer wheel chair
Punk ya` hear?,Still there?
You get drilled and killed there
I gives a fuck about you bitches
Y`all just hot cause i`m cold
Look I been talking to you bitches
Ain`t saw you on the street so
Juvenile I know ya`
B.G. don`t make me come show ya`
I`d like to bling Lil` Wayne
I`d like to sting with rain
Bitch ya`ll thank I can`t prove it
Set the date and lets do it
Set cha` stage on fire and watch the wet boys run threw it
See Reggie be bustin` heads, Gansta bout busting heads,
K.C. be bustin` heads, Juvey be sucking heads
B.Geezy B.G. you`s a junkie fo-sheezy
Boy ya` lips stay swole, black, sleezy and greasy
All that muthafuckin` reppin` on ganster murder weapon
You pimp ya whole fuckin` label, but ahh quiet as kept in
I got nothing but love for ya` baby
The way ya pimping ya artist through that dope got em` crazy
Yeah you sold dope all ya` life
Got pop, flip the script, started ratting thats trife
Chorus
Verse : 2
I can ganks and make a million
And P, but cha`ll reppin` his muthafuckin` business in the streets
I don`t hate cha` Baby it ain`t that critical
I just flip ya` artist cause they pitiful
Junkies what they are
Drivin` nothin` but jive cars
Real soldiers behind bars
Wont say ya` name but they are
You like to rap` all day`
But bring ya` beef my way
You like to gamble? you was real?
Yo` Rolex, my cable bill
Up here nigga lets bet
I want even break a sweat
I`mma take ya` rolex the first round
Hot Boys gon` slip and get wet
Wan` say I`m thuggin` when I wasn`t
Sayin` I got it when I doesn`t
Look to me thats not helping
Claiming you rich when you not wealthy
Get cha` mind right Lil` Wayne
B.G. leave that shit alone
Pull ya` pants up on ya` ass and carry ya` young ass home
I`mma say it one more time
Bitch you gets no love
(Junkies is what junkies does)(distorted voice)
Boy I catch cha` slippin` i`mma beat cha` like a hoe
Have yo` friends peepin` that set in the metro
Girl that juvenile, you ain`t know it he was on fire
Sporty done pressure-washed em`, knocked black magic off his tires
Rest of y`all steal a car and come ride through my hood
So I can clean ya` Dirty World and super soak ya` goods
B. Geezy what chu` say you can`t wait to see lil` L.Teeezy
Its a must I keep it real, you got that look thats easy
It`s a dirty world and you bitches loosing
You can`t do nothing about it cause i`mma keep you loosing
You can`t make good songs cause i`mma do you wrong
I take ya` hit flip ya` shit and make my pockets strong
It`s a dirty world and you bitches loosing
You can`t do nothing about it cause i`mma keep ya` loosing
You can`t make good songs, cause i`mma do ya` wrong
I take ya` hit flip ya` shit and make ya` move on
Yeah I see yo ass ridin` dirty up my block
But if you stop you get drop with the glock off top
I see you roll in yo compressor
I snatch that ass hot boys one lesser
I see you roll in yo compressor
I snatch that ass hot boys one lesser
Yes brah`
Chorus
