razors No mercy for a sucker that wages War, I'll take the floor, even the score Grab the microphone and proceed to roar [ ROUND 2: MC Taste ] Are y'all set, all
yeah! W-I-L-D, Wildcats, now?s the time! Gotta get it inside, down low In the paint, now shoot, score Gotta work it together Gimme the ball, gimme the
He took me right there where the killas be Across the court from Mileton between Clarion and Wilistry We shot ball on crates tryna get paid by all means
The bass beatin' the block down They know when we rollin around Leanin' to the side cool and ridin' threw the 'A' town Holla at the kid fo' gotta score
Dizzy Rascal come down like snow With freezing cold flows like Moscow Dumb hoe, get me upset, guns blow Bitch, you're not ready for Skid Row Leap low Dizzy Rascal dig low
can tell your friends How you made my digit display? You're what I've been waiting for to raise my low score Cause I've been striking out all day and
kick it, but no I don't play sucka, I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker, a package on the way you know my whip game proper, and enough
guess say yo comrades rest Because we all bounce, we all bounce, I do bounce He do bounce, she do bounce, we all bounce I all bounce, we all bounce
a niggaplayamade didnt know I got a muthfuckin tight fade from that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd you know how it go all my partnas cut
ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
, a commitment Something to live for (Maybe if you take your time) Time has been taken and time has been spent Now it's time for the lover to score
Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all
holes in your Mos chinos and tuxedos While all y'all niggas free load, reload Explode on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis Khan Dusk till dawn Art of War Still time to score
soldado Puffin' on an avocado With my foot up on the throttle And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I swerve in the low-low Solo, fo sho', homies gettin'
know who I am Most who didn't get the message, nigga, check the spam Get your facts right, take your dick out your hand No homo but you probably on the low-low
up Y'all know my steelo There ain't an army that could strike back Y'all know my steelo There ain't an army that could strike back Y'all know my steelo
you know we gotta play it raw, Jump in the ride, and voodoo tense you know we rep it so, Say why you walkin' you too cute I know you got a car, She say
that got scored for the Up to no damn good, understood Steps is getting low so I gots to get some more Loads up the K, breaks out the back door You know