give me my props My beats are fat as fuck, so bump my shit in your box I love to hit the skinz, but then again who doesn?t I love to hit the herbs ?
You rather run wild with your 9 mil. slant You watchin' too much Stallone and Van Damme Yo Lox, what the fuck, what the fuck walked in here? Where my crew at
lips around my dick like a lasso I love the way you hold that Joe crack bozak While niggas bone that My stomach's where ya nose at Just another hoe in
my age, now Hey, who keep the shorties reaching for me I keep the party on the up and up I chill in the cut where them fools throw it up And the crew give me love
feel it Let me grab it Fat rabbit Let me touch it Let me feel it Let me grab it That that fat rabbit Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack Showin' them where that love's at
judge from Bay fare To Albee Square, tell me where the party at? I'll be there let her hit the convey at Show her where to rock the pony at I be the
out to them boys That's bout it, bout it Master P, Cam'Ron We takin' this from the South to the East Uhhhhh [Cam'Ron] I represent, where them killers at
like "Look at my son, he out cold" [Verse 3 - Muja Messiah] You could tell I'm focused by the look in my eye You could see I'm dirty by how clean my
'Cause on the real this is where it's at A ghetto love is the law that we live by Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die I reminisce over my ghetto
take a ride to my block My block, that's right heh [Incomprehensible] on my motherfuckin' block They got a nigga sheddin' tears, reminiscin' on my past
application and I?m the applier And I?m a set it off like fire Yeah yeah, that?s where it?s at Make it hot and phat and like puff, I like that Now I
in my own right, like Cube said Getting my dick sucked in a alleyway, by a chickenhead I don't love that hoe, and I ain't handcuffing Too many bitches
Nobody Do It Mr Hood Do It Huh Nice Into It Your Body I Bet The Neighbors Know My Name I Bet Your Best Friend Wonderin Where You Been At Call Me When
mouth, I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people
up If these fools wanna trip, we gon' light 'em up Cuz we just don't give a mother-switch up or your bubble contact, touch me where I love to be touched at
hip-hop transformer, A sexual performer Best get out of my way 'cause I'm turning the corner So let me start with my present I'm the phat Illmont resident
