Scharwtzenegger everywhere I go they know me Planet Hollywood in Paris accidently spilt a drink upon they ?? truth of the matter I've been loungin' livin' it up givin' it up
's a quick lesson I got my Smith & Wesson Listen up close and there will be no confusion Now you're addicted to mentally abuse it Word to tha mutha, I'm here to tear it up
about sprayin me, the same records that ya makin' is payin me Mothafuck Dre Mothafuck Snoop Mothafuck Death Row Yo, and here comes me left blow ''cause
killing you suckas undercover Brothers, and other niggas that's gone run up Run in the chamber muthafuckers getting burnt up Cause you done fucked up
a pound of reefer, hit me on my beeper, Leaf of tha Ganga, make me really want'cha, Dip me up in water, fried with me sauncha, Got'cha, me glock pop
dead, 'coz ain't none of all live as me Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby So save all the good fella Scorsese So iced up, they call me Mount Everest
, all my homies trying weed Now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennessey Tell me will my enemies flee when they see me Believe me even thugs gotta
trash me Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me You'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed off And
church on Sundays Clear the runways, 'cause I'ma make you rappers my examples Avoiding battling me like I'm Eazy-E's blood samples It's me and Carey
On Now Wen Rell Says Dump You Get Up And Dump Let Off Da Pump And Let Them Lil Pellits Eat It For Lunch I Got Every Body Wachin Me Im Fillin Da Streets
as the dogg catcher Bow wow yipee yay, didn't you hear me say I'm a dogg killa, cos all doggs have they day Now who wanna fool me, if your not prepared
You can find me where the thugs be at, club be at A fact, I love women, 'cuz they love me back The name's Johnny, they used to call me sucker for love
Yo it's the return (uh-huh) Parrish Smith and Erick Serm' Kid don't mess with fire because you will get burned Cause we earn respective checks, regulated
weed, now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies flee when they see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy
rabid bitch Go to town with a pump gun up your (cunt) AK-47, '92 Beretta Don't give a good God damn what you think of me or what I do H&K MP5 Smith
tellin' who be tellin' keep bellin', I'm past fussin'. Fuck 'em, I found a new love my .357 and my best little back up bitch a black smith and Weston
this business try to put me down He said this, she said that But you know where they talking that fool: behind my back Never had the guts to step up And
Chorus Heaven and hell is on earth Heaven and hell is on earth Who gives a damn about me? (huh? ) me (what? ), me, yeah, little old me Me, myself