next to you protecting you but murder you player Don Status, nigga we getting chipseses And bad bitcheses frontin' in flickseses [Mase] Yo Mase and The Lox we
across the street boy It's on, toss it up, we took you on, and we took y'all beat You know we beat you down, and we took y'all beat 'Cause you wasn't
You know how we do. Now I get that your attacking my crew, for the shit that we do, and you a bitch thinking ain't nobody sweeter than you. We spitting sugar
we see all of ya'll Yea we see ya'll You know what I'm saying? Everybody in the game trying to do their thing You in the industry We in the streets
Yeah For the two thousand (Two thousand) Black Elvis (Black Elvis) We get raw with this (Hand me my guitar) Tour bus packed (Tour bus packed) Black
and kicked it off with my folks We about dissing you bitches, we about busting you hoes We about serving you haters like we was serving the golds Y'
wash up But that's insulting Revolting But if you clean we ballin' Eat you 'till you catch convulsions And girls all feen, for the bod On my team and my mob Think we scheme and we
nigga nice when I turn off the lights Tell your friends yo fuck they advice 'Cause some time them hoes act like dyke's Cock blockers, pull out your mouth piece Game over, we
it I ran through it My music comes on and we march at the dance Inside of your mind or inside of my pants? Musical intention that we have is vast You
didn't, got on it right away Finally got me a chance to use my Heckler & Koch collection throw-aways And when we did it, I guess you could say we did
"please, globalization's killing me" while we think that they think they need all of the things we think we need like martha stewart shams and sheets and sugar
measure Tasted your teardrop stains, yeah You were cold as ice, long ago baby, baby I, I wasn't, I, I wasn't very nice, I know Sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar
's Candy verses and candy four dots No it don't stop and we on the rise To slip and slide and Diva enterprise We drop candy hits that's how we bring it
world Take up your act Take out your violence on the sun You're a speck of dust I'm a speck of dust One day we'll fall on everyone Can we try laughing
Max Vonzeeto like Warren Brady in the parallax view It's real, it's true, it's how we do Let's chill, got take my birth control pill It's ill, when we
dance, sugar towards the taster Prey to the predator, love as we're falling down Through light and laughter flow, to dirge and death we go Mindless
hunnin? your pops, nah Don?t wanna Roy Jones your pops Left, right, uppercut, knock out your pops Close the door, lock out your pops We on a roll now, sugar
Pump that, pump that Yeah, I want that Pump that, pump that Yeah, I want that Uh, I want, you want We wanna do that Uh, I want, you want We wanna do