aiyyo think about it
wait
erase your rhyme
forget it. don't waste your time
i raise the nine
never give you bozos love
omar from the wire
youse a homo thug
use your head for more than a hat rack
'fore i choose to use the lead to fuck up your hat rack
peep the knapsack backpack vibe
used to ride the amtrak with a knapsack with crack inside
back to the rhyme
listen pah
ruck in the place
not the deep voiced dude with the cut on his face
i love allah but i act christian
make salaat
then i'm back bitchin' like i got the facts missin
the whack rendition of rap you spittin
makes me wanna clap but i can't go back to prison
black people unite
let's all get down
'fore i slap people tonight
with the long trey pound
you better. you better stop boy. you better stop boy. you better stop boy. you better stop
fuck around lay around
aiyyo stop look and listen
we smoke pot cause we cook crack in the kitchen
the weed is green
the paper's brown
the coke is white
youse a bitch and so is your wife
straight hell is what i give a brother
smack a cracker callin dru ha a nigga lover
you just mad buck and dru won't fuck with you
you like fuck duck down~!" nah pah