treat me like a

we givin you fuck boys

five minutes to get the hell up out the club!

david banner

bme click

big face

yeah big face

motherfucker

we got jadakiss

and ruff ryders in this motherfucker!

yeah

let's go!

i ain't gon' let nair nigga treat me like a bitch!

i ain't gon' let nair nigga play me like a bitch!

i ain't scared of that nigga! i ain't scared of that bitch!

we'll crush everybody and they motherfuckin clique!

i ain't gon' let nair nigga treat me like a bitch!

i ain't gon' let nair nigga play me like a bitch!

i ain't scared of that nigga! i ain't scared of that bitch!

we'll crush everybody and they motherfuckin clique!

let's get to it

ya bitch! we in the club

it ain't a thang

two tons through the backdo'

lookin for you lames

oh mayne it's a shame

i'm throwed in the game

i act like i'ma fight you then i'm blowin out yo' brains

you talk-talk shit

but you ain't gon' do nothing to lavell

i returned from hell

nigga

like yea! yea! yea!

bloody body and all

limpin

grippin my balls

hope your clique is with you nigga

cause i'm killin 'em all!

i'ma vic 'em

you pick 'em up

crush 'em

bus' 'em like cans

mississippi's my land

with my dick in my hand

i been ready to die

put your guns in the sky

pop it back

pull the trigger

watch a bullet go fire

i know you hooooes hate my pimpin

pimpin

pimpin. but i took yo' bitch!

is that the real reason why you hate my clique?

them 24s' spinnin make you so sick

and i don't even floss like that

but i will put

fo' or five bullets in yo' back - walk now!

a pistol in yo' mouth

bitch boy talk now!

i used to get no love

now ya girl stalks now!

is it that 106 & park pimpin? is it those mtv looks?

is it lil' jon screamin on the hooks?

is it that tour bus spread? is it fuckin these stars?

or me gettin head from yo' bitch in the back of the car

nigga!

ah-haaah!

aiyyo

i don't like to promise shit

but we gon' bring the drama kid

just tell me who i gotta slap and where they momma live

and yet and still

real recognize real

and whoever don't get recognized get killed

too many soldiers that jeopardize in the field

i got throwaway niggaz ready to die in they will

jason as a youth

i turned into satan in the booth

first nigga with daytons on the coupe

uh

i could drive but a boss get driven

so my shotgun higher than the cost of living

my seat back

my gear black

my heat black

deserve whatever you got comin

so keep that

now all you do is turn the lights off

and drive by slow

i'ma turn his life off

then i'm good

long as he bleedin

nair nigga'll never play me long as i'm breathing

what!