ve got faith, what do you say 1, 2, 3, and it's a beautiful day My, my, here's one for the neck Don't relax, 'cos you're next for the check I've got faith
would take her life I shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk
things I know there's a perfect girl out there for me, 'cause I see her in my dreams Dream girl, you're a fantasy, you're the only one Out there for
turn frontin' Def Jam ain't heard nothin' yet Suspect, ruff necks Buck 'em down or you get busted Never leave home without my muskett Trust this, out for
your need You can do what you want but I got weed for me Ridin' for my fam, tryin' to hit a grand Crash unit on my ass, now I'm in demand One lonely
' police uptown that shot that man I hope one of y'all got to fuckin' Attica The other one go to Con stalk The other one go to Clinton And the other one
episode of Del Ray's Number one game show, The Joker's Wild! Shaggy, tell us something about tonight's contestants Hey, motherfuckers Get ready for the
bitch with a red neck A red neck, them fuckin red neck Rappin to this bitch with a red neck Violent j gonna step to that red ass neck Bitch you're a
bitch with a red neck A red neck, them fuckin red neck Rappin to this bitch with a red neck Violent J gonna step to that red ass neck Bitch you're a
, fuck dat A lot of dookie-ass beef 'cause female shittin' is news to me Climbed up the fire escape How many lives can one motherfucker take? One life
neck I'm comin for you haters, little bitches you are You can run, you can hide, but you won't get far Bullets for your credits, runnin yo mouth How
has been taken. You can find us up in the mo wit the flow shakin, And I aint even the one that?s bringin her home the bacon. You the one been talking
I don't know In my crib, i'ma shoot him in the neck Pimp respect for a muthafuckin vet Causin anotha nigga death Do a little time for a slut Shoot before
m smooth like, Marlon Brando at thirty At my peak like, Marlon Brando at fifty And I'm fat like, Marlon Brando at seventy Fuck it, no one sick can ever better me (no one
, As I bend your head and snap your neck, Spill a drop of blood for each life you've wrecked, When your well runs dry, no blood to spill, One look at
collar and called him Porky Pig The two of you went up to his room Later on you wouldn't admit you did Seeing lousy movies but only for the A/C Skimpy
figures me right, I'm a good one", I claim "Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame?" Said, "He's got one, a bad one to buck For throwin' good riders
you wake One evenin' you crawl on your dad's lap An' throw your arms around his neck The next mornin' you might be much too grown up For that sort of
