[kool keith]
See.. you play around too fuckin much
(how many people you got hurt? )
You aint learned your lesson yet
(you aint learned your fuckin lesson)
You still playin and fuckin around
Thats all you doin, you playin fuckin around
Youse a little bitch..
Youse a bitch-ass nigga, smack your fuckin skullies off
You niggaz aint learned a fuckin lesson yet?
Count your blessing yet, publicity got you mixed up
And keiths fucked your whole million dollar aura
Clean cut or thugged out, I dont give a fuck
Niggaz with that champagne shit
Fuckin with me, youll earn a job in the cleaners
Givin motherfuckers a permanent crease
We dont do entertainment tonight, rosie odonn-ell
Piss on niggaz like you and take your video models
Straight to churchs chicken, and fuckin mcdonalds
Fuck all you glamourized faggot niggaz
Yall on some real hardcore, maggot niggaz
Catch you in the gridlock in new york city traffic
Hit you in the face with a rock tied up in a fuckin sock
Tell the cops, Ill chase you with a mac-10
Follow your range rover with stockin caps
For seventy-eight more fuckin blocks
Watch ambulances and paramedics take off your paragon down
Remove your fuckin mop; take your body pieces
In a fucked up van to a mexican chop shop
Fuck a bitch-ass bodyguard, bunch of niggaz squealin
Cancel your important meetings, we can do this
Broad daylight, just me and you in a fuckin jamaican restertaunt
"who da fuck ya tink you are mon, what ya fuckin doin?
You dont know the fuck I am" - load three four five clips
Fuckin magazines, Ill show you the fuckin bomb
Ya bloodclot, catch you niggaz in quadrasonic or sony
Platinum sounds, who is it bill?
Whos fuckin around with crazy tony?
All that bullshit, walkin around with - hard packs
You motherfuckers carryin backpacks
Thats right, with your hooded parkas
You motherfuckers suck dick and youre phony
[repeat 4x]
Yall do yall shit in the studio
We bring our shit to your face!
[bumpy]
My mental is sinister, I run shit like a prime minister
You still breathin motherfucker? but now its time to finish ya
Blood sport, I heard you on life support
But ima make sure that you dont take the witness stand in court
Afternoon, ima creep up in your room, past the goon
fore you (? ? ) ba-boom, and Im sendin yo ass to the moon
Another motherfucker bite the dust from the lust
To live plush, and he died quick - from the rush
Now Im southbound, fuck the 6, take the greyhound
Any cat cross the line cant hide its goin down
I got connects with tecs and white boats and jets
Think Im playin motherfucker? let me know who next
Silence and not loud, pick you off in the crowd
Now your shorty growin up in the world as a fatherless child
Everybody choose the fuckin way that they wanna play
Just remember one fuckin day that that ass gotta pay
Cause fuckin with my gravy is like rapin my little baby
And you still wouldnt be safe if you joined the fuckin navy
You must be crazy, thinkin yo ass can get swayze
But the only fuckin thing you gon be doin is pushin up daisies
And it wont faze me, cause real gangsters raised me
Ghetto diamonds praised me and thugs slug just craze me
I know it sounds strange, but its part of the game
I control bitches brains, when they suckin on my sugar cane
My fame came before money you fuckin dummy
Bitches callin me bumpy while my dick is in they tummy
But if you cross the line, you wont be able to find
They motherfuckin head, they limbs or they spine
So all you bitch motherfuckers better respect mine
If you plan on bein here to see the fuckin sunshine
(blaow!) blaow! with one in your spine
Keith n bumpy, put one in your spine
