dangerous mouths

uhh

3000 baby

uh huh

ooh

raunchy

raunchy

good riddance

to niggas and bitches bullshittin

i house mc's like baths and full kitchens

ready or not

doc

hood lynchin

icey flows

i wrtie with wool mittens

its two not one

missy dot dot com

come once in the blue like free hot lunch

so once its on

turn it up

chickens flockin in

shoppin at birds are us

murderous

don't blame me

blame the music

i write with napalms in my hands

flame the fuses

like ca psss

off you go

i'm nice battin

i practice when the park is closed

i'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans

jump to roof to roof on the tv cam

i fuck a model

i go out with the cheapest tramps

pussy have me trippin

like kima

keisha and pam

i remain cool like

like open hous on a school night

animal house gettin thrown out for food fights

ppp strictly don't give a fuck

an brick city niggas strictly don't give a fuck

let me intervene

come between

like dick through your jeans

hang down to your knees

its mwa the don-wan

carry on

d.a.n to the danger

y'all mc's in a whole lot of danger

change up all your rhymes you need beats

my beats you see completely unique

forgive thee

see its the shots of henessey thats in me

reggie noble through after me

it takes two to tingle

and two to fuck

i done fucked in range roves to isuzu trucks

used to move weight

now you makin moves to duck

built solid without bolts

screws and nuts

pussy tight jiffy lube it up

doc came up

hoes use to hang up

now my arm close hang up

my crew is deeper than karl kani pockets

we don't buy bullets

we ask what size rockets

for thee occasion

one shot will have you ravin'

like symone when the four four is blown

two minutes later i'll make it hotter

snap you from the vine

to my um blada a boom glada

so what you wanna do

what you wanna do

yo i got the chicken

the brew taken next

an much room def squad in the house

drop you drawers

tell your boyfriend ease up

and park his car

i'm from the south you better watch your mouth

its the m.i

the s.i

if you try then you die

i don't take no mercy on you suckers so

would you still be in love baby

if i cut your throat

cut the jokes

i ain't got no love for yo

no friends with those

who imitate me ya bold

my style i own

i'ma have to steal your flow

you know me joe

i gotta say no more

bitch!

thats right nigga

its misdemeanor here

redman

timbaland uhh

muthafucka! 3 triple zero

the matrix baby

uhh

i'm out