Drunken Master] "Yeah, this goes out to you And this goes out to you, and for you, you, and the rest of your bitch-ass crew Fuck you, you-know-what-I-
, what you gonna say? I'm lucky? Tell the public that I was so ugly That you fucking had to be drunk to fuck me? Second base? What the fuck you tell Nick
all You don't want to fuck with us You don't Huh Yo, You don't want to fuck with us You don't Yo, You don't want to fuck with us You don't
fuck with us, you don't Huh Yo, you don't want to fuck with us You don't Yo, You don't want to fuck with us You don't
supercede anythin' you accomplish This nigga dry snitchin' like he lookin' for sympathy Nobody give a fuck about you or your history Do you nigga? make some shit shop a deal 'Cuz that hot shit you
no one got the freaks like the Crew Runnin' through the nation without a care Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here! [Marquis] You're fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck
water make yo' trunk rattle So if it's beef you searchin' fo' I run with poachers who hunt cattle And it don't matter, if you crunk in the club, or drunk
can't buy you jack But I got these For a broom and some Jimmy hats If you wanna play around and tease I don't want the cat Dropped her off Called up another fuckin
Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook) Yea - NO! Chka-chka-chk, you don't wanna play with him today Yeah, hardcore!Rhymes galore! Like I told you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE.. OHH!Givin you
sick mind trapped in thick bitch frame (ooh yeah) Drug you with strychnine and I drinks you drunk and it's my kidney you dick brain I'm just itching to
me and Mary-Jane We all got a clutch that can shift us to want It's the amount that you grab when you get to the pot 'Cuz this only recognizes time that
between his fingers Danger when you step into the chamber with the master Disaster, gotta blast ya, 'cuz I have ta The rat pack is back from the Island of Stat' Leave you cursed us 'cuz you
fronting You barking like you got the town in a smash I'd never lay down for you, faggot, nigga, you ass Wop them niggaz that be yelling that (I'll die for you
when you step into the chamber with the master Disaster, gotta blast ya, cuz I hafta [U-God] The rat pack is back from the island of Stat' Leave you cursed off, cuz you
bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray so you can reminisce And wish, you wasn't livin' so devilish, shit I remember I was just like you Smokin
be You say get a job? I say hit a knob 'Cause the way you run the world is every bit a fraud So what you askin' me? You get no tax from me I got whites
Got an academy of haters comin' after me I know I got what you want I know I got what you need Come an' mob to the top Before you get this money Pull
