This kind of music, use it and you get to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you refuse it It's just some shit for these kids to trash rooms with Just refuse whenever asked to do shit
The type of that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know that's the new The type of that causes mass confusion And drastic movement of actin' stupid
I come to every club intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin' Boone's Farm Hidin' under as soon as I hear alarms thief that'll steal from his own moms
Connivin' Kon, Artis a bomb to my stomach screamin', "Let's get it on" A that love to drink, drunk drivin' a tank Rollin' over a bank, see me and faint
It's drastic, I'm my limit of coke I I'll up my high by slittin' your throat Push baby carriage into the street 'til it's mince meat Your been beat the minute I step onto your street This is music
You know why my hands are so No my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come, oh Smacked whore for talkin' crap, bitch So what if handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap
I fuckin' hate you, I'll take your down and rape you While Dr. Dre you, hell yeah done got me on this song Eatin' a hot dog readin' the Quran while I'm on the John
of wearin' this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs, thong, thong, Now here's a gun, I'll put it in palm Now go there and blow up Dru Hill's arms, fuck your love songs
This of music, use it and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you refuse it just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do
The type of shit that you don't have to ask who it You just know the new shit The type of shit that causes mass And drastic movement of people stupid
Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you to come you machine gun funk Sixteen and one pump, click-clack
The snub in my paw, it in your jaw Have you runnin' out this fuckin' club in drawers We lovin' the broads, there's to applaud But fuck it it's all good, the is up in The Source, it's fight music
I'm a nigga loves scuffles And hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga like traps Blow his head back right in front of the sayin', "You hear that?"
I slap your freak, you and won't speak If you on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my just for talkin', came back and fucked up His pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin, it's music
These beads I'm is stingin' 'em See all these niggaz? When I in the club, I'm bringin' 'em If any lookin' too hard, we Rodney King 'n 'em Malice green to them and 'em with premium
a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em Hold up a of his family and kick it at him while you right hookin', right when your wife's lookin' Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin' your life
If I could capture the of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you And who think the same shit but don't say shit
You Liberace's, Versace's and you Watch me 'cause you thinkin' you got me in hot seat You motherfuckers judge me 'cause you're not me You'll stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me
I came to save these new generations of From who failed to raise 'em 'cause they're lazy To grow to praise me, I'm makin' 'em go That's how I got this nation to embrace me
And you fugazi if you I'ma admit wrong I any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on And song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to and called
This of music, use it and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms Just refuse they asked to do shit
The type of that you don't have to ask who produced it You just that's the new shit The type of shit causes mass confusion And drastic of people actin' stupid, it's fight music