{talking}
IÂ’m sick of it
Me to
Stop playinÂ’
This here is for the
Tan shade man with the braidÂ’s
Stop playinÂ’ with me
IÂ’m sick of it
Fake punk wanna be
Flip on this nine millmeter clip

{verse one: {yella boy}

Now you know this not some sunburst drinkÂ’s
IÂ’m so deaf then the def. comedy jam
Open that clip, now clip up like IÂ’m firm
IÂ’m a super duper rap rapper
Steady makinÂ’ snappers
HandÂ’s clapper, nigga my chopper gotÂ’cha
IÂ’m on the first floor emergency
Bury me, mister IÂ’m sick, IÂ’m jump for joy
But quickly, in my disguise to finish the j-o-b
Ya see, IÂ’m back on track, can ya get with that?
No, youÂ’s a hoe, youÂ’s a hoe mystikal!
I pack ya up like thereÂ’s nothinÂ’ to be
Down like a street, steady re-loadinÂ’ my weapon
Like a brass knuckle, and my soldiers I mean shoes
I mentally retaliate, ya think ya slick
You not gonna bounce, you not gonna bow
Hoe you on my dick, but umm
I like the way you scream yelllla!
Cuz, you be sweatinÂ’ so hard you need three or four towels
I tried to shoot you in yo head, I wanted to see some
Bloody bread, somebody in the crowd said
Girl, that boy dead fuck him!
He was a cheerleader anyway
You could never play it off hoe, you was really gay
Cuz you could break yo self but you canÂ’t break me
Cuz IÂ’m a real fuckinÂ’ lyricst with u.n.l.v.
With the flow umm, flower, you know what
>from the floor up, with the dirt rapper
IÂ’m the dirty rap master, IÂ’m cominÂ’ to chop ya!
With my knock you out style, that I practice
Like gymnasticsÂ’, IÂ’m a fantastic static phonetic
IÂ’m out the attic, with the all black jacket
BringinÂ’ much racket, snatch ya fagot
Worse then that standinÂ’ there I say
Hoe stop playinÂ’ with me!
Cuz

Chorus:

We here stop him in his trackÂ’s
Show him that IÂ’m ruthless
Boom, get chopped!
We here to stop him in his trackÂ’s
Got to get my motherfuckinÂ’ name
Boom get chopped!
{2x}

Verse two: { lilÂ’ ya}

How could bitches fuck with
Million dollar niggaÂ’s how ya figure?
ItÂ’s all good for you to stroll through my hood
V.l. throw suspicious rockÂ’s at yo shit and
If they had kÂ’s they spray and leave you
Dead as a bitch! what type of nigga wantÂ’s
To walk around here in braidÂ’s
What happened to the chuckÂ’s, leviÂ’s and the fadÂ’s
Swish blade in my pocket, when I see ya IÂ’m a cut yo hair
No matter where, itÂ’s ugly you donÂ’t want to see
The capital y-a get into yo shit nigga dick sucker!
Whoa flippinÂ’ motherfucker michael jackson pretendinÂ’
You read for vision go suck a dick nigga
Reach around the whole third hit that ass
Picture me and you in a two man cell
You washinÂ’ niggaÂ’s drawÂ’s takinÂ’ my
Dick leaninÂ’ on the wall now mystikal you bitch you
Remember when you said you wasnÂ’t gonna bow
You disrespected the u

Chorus:{2x}

Third verse: {tec-9}

Criminal minded you been defined
As the fakest motherfucker in the down south area
I think your goinÂ’ through a phaze
What made ya, turn around and talk shit
Your rhymes and you personally doesnÂ’t fit
Now wait a minute, remember that time
You got on soul train
You got the chance, and didnÂ’t even represent man
You faked the funk, actinÂ’ like a straight punk
Check it out, they thought you was like us
The motherfucker siked up
Turned around, had a fuckinÂ’ glitter glove
Now, can you tell me what the nigga here
Was thinkinÂ’ of?
IÂ’m here to stop you in yo trackÂ’s
The shit you do, be wack IÂ’m fat
ShitÂ’s spittinÂ’ I done all ready stacked
TellinÂ’ me that the nation wide
But you know, that I know,
You donÂ’t want the whole nation to know
YouÂ’s a hoe! fuck the piece treaty
You started this, whereÂ’s my all black clothes and
My all black beanie, I play it pinnately style
LeavinÂ’ ya gutless, leavinÂ’ ya buttless
We put together the bomb alarm
Half this shit you canÂ’t touch this,
You bestÂ’s to stick to jumpinÂ’ around
Have the area first down, cuz IÂ’m the hound and
You the clown, now wipe the sweet from my neck
Cuz you ainÂ’t nothinÂ’ but a bitch

Chorus:{3x}