(Verse 1: Numskull)
I`ma hustla to the heart, pardon me dolly
I mastered the dice large, and even three card molly
Slappin bozo nigga`s for twenty bucks a rock
Plus I slang mad rocks on the spot, FUCK THE COPS
Now I`m on the ball, cause it`s all good in the hood
I`m glad as fuck, dropped outta school because I hate math and stuff
Lay low, runnin off my pager, can`t press my luck
STINGY AS FUCK, wit my bucks like Scrooge McDuck
NOBODY COULD, stop the operation stackola
Get back roller, you can`t fuck wit this crackola
Because I got the carribean, plates just like a nubian
Happy so the five-0 won`t jack me
Fuck the jail shit, it`s corny
BITCHES KNOW I`m HORNY
The nigga`s that I hang wit got crew cause life is corny
We precieve the gat to the end so that you know
Shit I pull more bitches then menaudo
Let me quit, the nigga`s on the spot wanna take me out
DRIVE BY MS.DAISY, to raise me, and take me plot
I got ya duckem, don`t slip for nobody(fuck em!)
Schemes gettin thought up, I`m never gettin caught up
Keepin my pockets so fat, swift on my feet
Sayin I`m out to the fools that`s on my street
(Verse 2: Yukmouth)
Well it`s the CRAP SHOOTER
Love to hit the fat buddah sack, and you know that
My crew comes together like ?????
Raised in the ghetto`s of OAKLAND
Had dope in my pocket, servin knocks in the open
Walked close, and door close when I was on the night shift
Got a few indictments, day to day excitements out my life quift
Rollin in my cousins big K-5
Holy moly, I stay high by drinkin 40`s
Had roly poly dice in my pocket for the school house crap game
I had a DANGLE ROLL, sometimes I wanna STRANGLE HO`S
But I scoop em like a spoon full of cereal
Never ate a trick cause that`s for kids duke you hear me though
But rigger though, never was rigor-mortis so face it
Pocket`s on fat like a Jenny Craig patient, IT AIN`T SHIT
But a come up, when I roll up on they knock
Fuck pops, I gotta have my props
I`m runnin shit like FLO JO
Never fucked a HOBO
But I got my DICK SUCKED
Now she`s got the HICCUPS
I wakes up, move a ???head if ya dangle
I`m down, you`ll fuck around and get ya neck strangled
To swing a sell, and chop rocks to the whole dim sprayer
Cause what I got will make ya sing a song like the Gap band
Likes ta DANGLE MUTHAFUCKA`S OUT THEY CASH LIKE A SHISTA
(Verse 3: Dru Down)
Well I`m the sickest, wickedst nigga you`d wanna be
A damn fool from the streets, killin enemies
And as I`m sleepin in my street I`m havin nightmares
I`m FULLY PREPARED, AND FULLY AWARED
And strapped wit the armorgauge
And as a nigga wakes up, I`m havin thoughts of a murder scene
Robbery, OOHHH, I had to hit the streets
FEELIN, FEELIN, I like the fuckin smell of some flesh
KILLIN, KILLIN, I like to put a whole lot in yo chest
A maniac, runnin down the streets in the ghetto
I see a limo, a white man in tuxedo
Tryna be slick, BUT HE`S A TASK
Knowin damn well he wouldn`t catch me, I`m too fast
Cause I will bust a gauge or two,
`Rupt the fuckin living rooms
And If I had to getway, I`ll find another place to stay
Cause I`ma slick, quick nigga you can`t fuck wit
A brotha from the gutter doin dirt, AND I LOVE IT
Afterwards, I`m chokin like a damn fool
Smokin on the blunt, a yabba, dabba, fuckin do
Cause I`m luni like the luni fuckin tunes
I need to go snatch a purse so I can rent a room
SOMEBODY JUMPIN OUT THE BUSHES WIT A STRAP Y`ALL
Checkin everything except the shit in yo drawers, y`all
I know ???? is sweepin nigga`s off they feet
A murderize killer, sick fool from the street, yeah
