This of music, use it and you get amped to do shit you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit for these to trash they rooms with Just whenever they asked to do shit
The of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just that's the new shit The type of shit that causes confusion And drastic movement of actin' stupid
I come to every club intention to do harm With a arm and smellin' like Boone's Farm Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear thief that'll steal from his own moms
Connivin' Kon, Artis a bomb Strapped to my screamin', "Let's get it on" A lush that love to drink, drunk a tank Rollin' a bank, cops see me and faint
It's drastic, I'm past my limit of I think I'll up my by slittin' your throat your baby carriage into the street 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the I step onto your street This is music
You know why my hands are so No 'Cause my sucked my dick and I didn't come, oh Smacked whore for talkin' crap, bitch So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said couldn't rap
I fuckin' you, I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you, yeah Satan done got me on song Eatin' a hot dog the Holy Quran while I'm on the John
Tired of this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs, thong, thong, Now here's a gun, I'll put it in palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms, fuck love songs
This of music, use it and you get amped to do shit you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some for these kids to trash they rooms with Just whenever they asked to do shit
The of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know the new shit The type of shit that mass confusion And drastic movement of actin' stupid
Just bring who you bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, blow you to kingdom come Show you machine gun Sixteen and one pump, click-clack
The snub in my paw, it in your jaw Have you runnin' out this fuckin' in your drawers We lovin' the broads, there's nothin' to But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source, fight music
I'm a nigga that scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again for knuckles I'm like that, a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back in front of the priest sayin', "You hear that?"
I slap your freak, you and won't speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own I suffocated my shrink just for talkin', back and fucked up His and made 'em drop his coffin, it's fight music
These beads I'm is stingin' 'em See all these When I step in the club, I'm bringin' 'em If any lookin' too hard, we Rodney King 'n 'em Malice green to them and gasolinin' 'em premium
Light a cigarette, it at 'em or spit it at 'em Hold up a of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin', right when wife's lookin' Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin' life music
If I could capture the rage of today's and bottle it Crush the glass from my hands and swallow it Then spit it in the faces of you racists And who think the same shit but don't say shit
You Liberace's, and you Nazis Watch me 'cause you thinkin' you got me in hot seat You motherfuckers judge me 'cause you're not me You'll stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me
I came to these new generations of babies parents who failed to raise 'em 'cause they're lazy To grow to praise me, I'm makin' 'em go That's how I got whole nation to embrace me
And you fugazi if you think I'ma wrong I cripple any critic I'm sic'd on And this is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to to and it's called
This kind of music, use it and you get to do shit Whenever you some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit for these kids to trash rooms with Just refuse they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you don't to ask who produced it You just know the new shit The of shit that causes mass confusion And drastic movement of people actin' stupid, it's music