a It my way, I don't give a fuck what y'all think about me. Call me devil worshiper, nigga? You think that shit's bad? Listen to this, muthafucka! [Verse
nigga This ain't for B.E.T. mother fuck the industry Punk I know my enemy the devil he can't control me nigga I am everything that you fear I mean I
, Put your ammunition, And your hands up in the sky. This is a strong addiction, Live to this if ya a Technician till ya die. [Verse 2:] My people all know what
all day it's E-B-K Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way Locc to da brain... [Verse 2: Big Dan] Now try to peep this watt G
day it's e-b-k Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way Locc to da brain... Verse two: big dan Now try to peep this watt g straight
Us All' This time, I'ma show you how to 'Check That Hoe' Check it out Take a look at the way that I came Hard times, long road, mean streets Motherfuckers
found I know you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I twist this Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and kiss this
When I shoot the Tec-9 tongue - timber Ratatattat [CHORUS] Ratatattat What's the sound of a gat Ratatattat What's the sound of a gat Ratatattat What'
, what was that Children cryin fo tellin 'cause we be goin to work This chi town cap peela Hit 'em up for knockin the world for a minute Yo punk don't
hit what you can't see.... (me, me) [Hook] Let me roll somethin' witcha Let me smoke somethin' witcha Let me light this up Let me blow somethin' withca [Verse
to Stop playin' This here is for the Tan shade man with the braid's Stop playin' with me I'm sick of it Fake punk wanna be Flip on this nine millmeter clip {verse
the cruiser [chorus] [2nd verse-yella] I be the jack of all trades don't make me splizit, your fuckin' head The queen I mean the king , I mean he
fade By this H double O to D to the S.T.A Ain't no hidin it i'm conected simple and plain which Means I could care less about you cowards in the rap
Jon (Talking)] Yeah! I see you and your lil click up in tha club (what!) I see ya'll ifngaz over there talkin' and isht But you know what (What!) Yeah
fifth, I'm used to this shit, If I say it, I mean it, And I envy out clips, Like I do my own english Verse 2 (Keon Bryce) Fuck the police, Like Dre
day, arive derche long and forgotten, rotten for plottin-child's play check your sexuality, as fruity as this alize quick to jump ship, punk trick, what
is a schizo Little freaky deetch try to say a nigga mean But I'm sprayin punk ass with my Uzi machine (What you gonna do that shit fo?), lay your punk
wack, all you rap about Is bustin' your gun, when the truth is you don't even fuckin' Own one, know what I mean son? Let me rephrase that, your Punk