Bricki-di-roaw!
Steppin out the crowd throwin bolos
Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44s
Loadin it up, packin it back, ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gail, God tried to bail
Its hectic, 45-6 gimme ya grips
Thats more dollars in them tongues in them go-go chicks
Bitch Im drunk, pumpin slugs out of canon
Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE!
And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Strope
Or Ana, Im hittin pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana--Split, HOT TWO..SPIT! OOH SHIT!
Spickin ya rippin ya four or ya funds
I wet ya like a 141 watergunz
Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death!
So hold on ya bitches, cuz here come RED-METH!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin neck-a
Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Okay the hey hey baby, me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday nights so special and they pointin at yo nose
Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours
Comin sooner then you think I knock a phat bitch outta blumors
Givin tumors, hardcore, givin it to em raw
Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jap-a-jaw
One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher
Im winning, tell the news like Peter ?
Depending on any givin day Im representin
The struggle, my great grand who lived thru the linchin
Oh yes yall, if you got the weed, who got the blunts?
Take a guess yall, Kool-Aid bustin thru the wall
Mr.Meth yall, HAH-CHU! Comment allez-vous
I used to hawk chickens, now Im maxin with Badu
I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton
Im swingin a track from Staten, cuz that is where Im from
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