not a punk-bitch So a nigga just can't fuck me Nigga better have me cash or I kill his whole family When the twelve gauge pump blast Now, test me Never
Yeah, yeah, Bone Thugs You know a nigga been all over the world, man Australia, China, Africa, England (It's the same shit everywhere I go, you know)
in a hood wrath, and I'll crash, and leave the little nigga with a blast ya. Creepin' on mo' come ups,, and flippin' mo' cash, get it. GOD, rock, gonna
, 'cause we can work. Too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. Think I won't blast 'em? Shit: I'm always
I'ma blast him I roll the windows down so I can show him my hands Wouldn't you know, the cop done pulled me over my man I got a brand new plan take this
, that's what we after We want the package under the god damn mattress And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's what we practice Blast the rocket
't trust a soul cause niggaz threw rocks up at the Lord The cash aint right there the mask is right there Niggaz try P I'ma blast 'em right there You
or get cut wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg Nigga I'm sick o' them full-blown AIDS And my block got more rocks, than the stone
comin', these niggaz get done in On any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga Puttin' in work, then past it off, to my little man Like he blast it off
, going straight to Hell Strawman, going straight to the devil Strawman, strawman, strawman, strawman Does anyone need another faulty shuttle Blasting off to the moon, Venus or Mars Does anybody need another self-righteous rock
sung, flung, hung into the rafters Catastrophe struck, the sound stuck, disaster plastered The aftermath a blasted buildin' still standin' Like a starved man
maneuver you a mystery Unsolved, the mob that we robbed automatically involved Musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs Rock turtledove Bowery suits And purple gloves, me and you can have some fun Make it a blast
Prodigy Yous a notebook crook with loose leaf beef A backseat criminal who pass the heat To somebody that blast the heat Man it sound bad on the pad
't nobody got My neck and my watch big rocks like Watch out for Young Jeezy, that's my motherfuckin' dog He just like me, he on the grind to get it all Money bags in my fuckin' stash house, nigga Nigga, play with me, I'ma blast
Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man Just rhymin' over here man Hey go 'head, go get drunk, nigga Ay, go smoke yo' weed, nigga Yo, go drink
Yo man glorious This is protected (?) [Method Man] And Tical [Redman] Slap it down [Method Man] Way out of bound [Redman] Roll in a towel [Method Man]
my man Give me five on the backhand then stick Your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick 'Cause my lip get to the point to still rock the fly shit
ball outta control In your rhyme, then see you in person without a dime But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin' Dive in a crowd like Method Man