'd never work We was cut from the same cloth And what was under his shirt was his momma's rent His young brother's clothes, my nephew's food And with
take you to court Think you seein' Judge Joe Brown they just actin' Indy's throwin' Tyson back in another year Fuckin' with a nigga's career I cock back
comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters But I'm a tell you who the real fuckin' killer is It's an third ward nigga it's an third ward nigga Yes it's
Verse one: {tec-9} Still got a lot of dog bitches on my list Who be fuckin' for office and under cover suckin' dicks I rapped about 'em back in my first
cauzing pain Better yet I put fools to sleep Like funkadelic I'm n2deep The compton cyco (the muthafucking compton cyco) yeah, eh (4x) Guess who's back
And where's the role model? Niggas putting brew In my fuckin baby bottle, damn And through all the mothafuckin' pain They done drove my Mom's insane So I guess
I see your cup up Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club I got you perved on some of the righteous, who's the tightest I'm down with
misunderstood What's understood ain't gotta be explained So for those who understand, meet Dwayne For 8 and a half months I gave Ms. Cita the pain Now, it's
a have to go get ya (Multiple personality) I'm a keep it on the realer So you can feel the straight up pain (Straight up pain) That's with it (That's
a punk Thinkin' you a soldier I see you gotta yourself cell phone I gotta number you can dial, son Make it nine-one-one Tell them stop at Hef's house
passed away" I said, "Well, I've been away a while I guess perhaps my memory's not too clear" He shook his head and said, "It's sad But Sam's been gone
be misunderstood What's understood ain't gotta be explained So for those who understand, meet Dwayne For 8 and a half months I gave Ms. Cita pain Now it's
ain't ugly love, my *** got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was 'Humpin' Around' and 'Jump-in Around' Jacked her then I asked her who's
gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral Gat'll shatter you, feel the pain, it's unimaginable Self shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black shit Rap shit, get your back
your cheese And fuck your hoes, givin' you crack sacks Macks back in your cadillacs, drop glock in my draws Extra clip up under my balls, my dick's
who sent pork into fame Now you hear my name being screamed on the ride of life It's too late to get off, to get off We in the house y'all, we in the