Nigguh this is just a joke
dont make be flip n go n choke
n i aint talkin bout me nigguh,
am talkin bout you nigguh,
n youll get smack
cuz you wack you aint got no raps
n before i get done,
hoe, ur trapped we high as the sun
dont make me put it on ya, like Big L son,
We raise hell son
n we we put one in ya head son,
bust shots n raise the dead son,
Keep in trippin as i run,
the run
the run
the run
son
n then ya done,
ya done, dunn
or a dunny, nah niggah this sh*t aint funny
Whats craccin C?
whats boppin B?
another PND
n i aint MC Ren,
so you aint bout to see,
another villian killin
in this demo-cracy
And its already been said,
we raise the dead,
get shot boy
get laced with bullet holes n become Red,
say something,
n catch one to yo
f***ing Fo'head!!
Yea yea son, I can get cold Foo
