Fee Fi Foe Fum, cause I came to slam
God damn, its time for you to learn about the man
I peep punks off pursuadin n***as to pick a place
Huh, on the one here comes to gun to your f**in face
Cause I catch deep on the streets when I creep
And if by chance I happen fall asleep, don't try ta wake me
Lord for bid I got a grudge on these white folks
For holdin my n***as and forcin n***as to sell dope
So I must flush in a rush all this hush hush
I'd rather hear some noise when I go for the bum rush
Strike 1, strike 2, motherf**in strike 3
Words from that n***a DMG hey you remember G
6-1's how I stand a hundred and sixty pounds
Pretty with my thangs, when I be gettin down
Call me good, call me bad, or call me what you want
Cause any way that it goes I still get what I want
Take out him, take out you, take out your f**in crew
Pop a soda, pop a brew, and pop a honkey too
Ressurect you can bet that I can break a neck
With my hands in demand but I ain't finished yet
I got the sk**s to deal when I feel
On the real to real I k** when my lyrics bring dollar bills
I breaks em off, breaks em off somethin proper
Proper dopper somethin like a Burger King Whopper
I ain't bullsh**tin
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Uh, yeah, I ain't bullsh**tin
6-4-5 13 91
Is the number you can call, to reach the n***a with mega balls, huh
Never bullsh** just toss me another clip
So I can like fill this sh**, and swallow a n***as lip
I got em sewed, got em sewed, got em sewed up
Tear a n***as dome up, watch a n***a fold up
DM to the motherf**in G
Hardcore motherf**er when approached by an MC
Homicidal black man, suicidal trigger man
Menace to society I ain't takin no shorts man
n***as call me lunatic, b**hes call me ludocris
f*gs call me devlish but I'm stickin to a lunatic
As I transfer lyrics bad as cancer
Big staya hatcha I been waitin ta chance ya
Huh, right now I'm rollin like a light
Little penny n***as gettin bucked
So this n***a'z gettin smack by my presence
I'm in the essence of a n***a
The one who pulls triggas and if he's bigga I pull another trigga
6-8's how he stood full of indo
Heads fat as bricks, enough to shatter your window
2 or 3 slugs to his face, then he hell squirt
7 more shots to the dick, put it in the dirt
Cause in the ghetto I'mma say you never say ya chicken
And DMG is on this here and I ain't bullsh**tin
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Nuff rocks out to my n***a Stuff, B Quick, Scarface
And Mad Ron rest in peace my n***a, I love ya man
And I'm out