| If the heat is on, I gotta freeze up by a nigga
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| Shitty hit da fans from da hands, sqeeze da trigga
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| ATAK OF DA BAL-HEDZ! |
| sleep if ya wanna
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| Bets is burned it’s a bitter shit than be a donor
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| Bichasniguz not respective, but rejectic
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| Move on 'em, move on 'em, things are get hectic
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| So watch ya blankets, hold your hopes
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| Ya get hurt up, that’s da word up Fuckin’with Fre-dro understand, GODDAMN!
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| Who the hell is that little ass man?!
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| The kid with da scamps, balhead like ya jams
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| Shootin’at the stands, no time to beat fans
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| Ain’t nothing worse than the bichas wich as, nigga that’s bakin'
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| Lies for tichin', try to run the nut for scratchin’stop itchin'
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| Wishin’perhaps, I play tha right guard, tryin’in yards, but I’ma hit ya with
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| sacks!
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| Two to da timple, straight to da brains, so simple and plain
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| Ain’t a muthafuckin’thing changed,
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| But a hole in ya muthafuckin’tape, I would like to thank:
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| My nigga, my nigga, my nigga,
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| My nigga, nigga, nigga, nigg-aaa!
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| Bichasniguz I’ma had to pull ya skirt up!
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| Bichasniguz I’ma had to pull ya skirt up!
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| Bichasniguz I’ma had to pull ya skirt up!
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| That’s da word up, you get hurt up!
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| Bichasniguz I’ma had to pull ya skirt up!
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| Bichasniguz I’ma had to pull ya skirt up!
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| Bichasniguz I’ma had to pull ya skirt up!
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| That’s da word up, you get hurt up!
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| Big DS! |
| I put a hole in ya chest, grab ya by da neck
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| I hit you with da Tec, Onyx in affect, WE ALWAYS COME CORRECT!
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| Smack tha taste out ya muthafuckin’mouth!
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| Big DS, I show ya what it’s all about
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| DANGER, DANGER! |
| DANGER, DANGER!
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| It’s all about anger, the nigga bitch banger!
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| I be with the crazy criminals on da Pristal Projects
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| Beat them down who ever weeze respect
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| The fake moves, fake plays da bichas,
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| Ya joints, is that a death you choose
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| Nigga bitch nigga, silent as a backcase of strap though
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| Wild crazy ghetto, keepin’em on petto!
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| Got kids on the block get high with da rocks
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| When the time at the club, I knock 'em right on every bucks
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| That’s my word! |
| I heard a flix city kid, or I heard from the suburbs
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| Birds can’t discriminate, so I won’t either
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| Make ya holier than a bible, if you’re not a believer
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| Diss your words dream, when you face my team
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| Been a bitch nigga over like the House of Pain
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| People scream, when I get you I say: Gimme that bitch assilation
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| Through with pass, get you a cash, or a ditch fast
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| Ain’t nuthin’worse than a bitch ass nigga!
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| Ain’t nuthin’worse than a bitch ass nigga!
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| Move back MUTHAFUCKAZ, the Onyx is here!
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| My name is Sticky Fingaz, I’m the nigga in ya nightmare
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| Forget da crowd cheer, I live of fears, it’s the beast in me!
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| You get the music couldn’t sue me And I take more than you wanna diss try 'em all
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| Say, I broke the rhyme, but it’s da weak talkin'
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| ALL YA BICHASNIGUZ BEST JUST KEEP WALKIN'!
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| Plus spit in ya face, Onyx is da master racin'
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| Nothin’sweared about me G, substain a child’s place
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| My heart is my witness, I broke the law
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| The hap bichas niggaz in jail watchin’my doors
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| Hit da floors, and do crazy callous
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| Statics that when they flip, they take a jump to the paramedics
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| Cause ain’t nuthin’worse than a bichasnigga!!!
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| Talkin’lot of shit, though I punch and run
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| I have blood on my knife, and a body on my gun
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| So listen up son, don’t act wild
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| Or I’ll crip your style with a bullet and a smile
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| Cause ain’t nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
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| Ain’t nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
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| Ain’t nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
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| Ain’t nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
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| Ain’t nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
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| That’s the WORD up, you get HURT up!!! |