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I got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the stage
In a motherfuckin' rage, like a animal in a cage
I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool
F*** around and getcha holdin' that jar, Cool

Yep, that's me on the motherfuckin' mic-a
Nova, happy to strike niggas like a viper
Who rules the step to the rep that I kept
For a long, long, long, long, long, long, time

I got more flavor than a truck load of Snickers
Ya punch her by the straps, ya got to kick her, f*** it
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a proper
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow

Coolio locc and I'm down to blast
Peter Piper picked a paper, pick a pepper's and I jacked his ass
M************ curse me but they can't hurt me
When I'm doin' dirt, that's why I show no mercy

I flips the scripts and it's the dips when I rips
And rock the f*****' house for the Bloods and Crips
Danger, danger, ol' gangsta, gangsta
Droppin dogs on the

40 Thevz and the band with a plan to make some stops
Niggas die on the street but they don't play taps
Or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots
My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots

I bang, bang, bang to the air, now ya dead
It was a black and white thang but now it's blue and red
This ain't an episode of Batman, it's more like a Blackman
Slap yo' ass up and I jacked ya for ya Walkman

Niggas on the top and you don't deserve nothin'
They fightin' punks, their rags is f*****, they shouldn't even be bumpin'
Suckas play the back 'cause I'm dope when I rap
And my hand's on my motherfuckin' nutsac and it's like that

It's time for me to step so I'm steppin' in deep
I was born a thief so ya know I'm on the creep
Sucka nigga wanna test me but he can't best me
Buck, buck to the chest and I guess you're deathly

Now I gotta treat ya like a sucka
'Cause you're soft like butter, you punk m***********
Coolio but you can call me Boo
I drop da s*** on ya lyrics 'cause ya rhyme style is doo-doo

Ass, feces, you don't wanna see me
With a flashlight 'cause I serve that ass
Word to the motherfuckin' homies
And you know you can't hold me or throw me, so blow me

How many niggas must I stick before you get my dift?
And fully understand not to f*** with this
I never been a stoner, take ya momma home and blown her
One night stand and once again she's a loner

'Cause I won't be played out, strung out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets 'cause I'm hip to ya game

Hoes be actin' like they love me but they only wanna f*** me
And suck me but don't touch me
Back up off me hooker 'cause I won't be taken
Go find you another m***********, you can break it

I gots to keep playin' these niggas like ping-pong
And hit 'em like King Kong, they singin' the same song
93 is the year and yes I'm gettin' bigger
Gave a shot to the 121 'cause they my niggas

Scotty B ridin' shotgun, boom, he got one
Only God knows if he'll catch a hot one
Knick-knack, paddy-wack, Wino's in the back
And my hand's on my motherfuckin' nutsac and it's like that

I got my hand on my nutsac, na na na na na na
I got my hand on my nutsac, na na na na na na
I got my hand on my nutsac, na na na na na na and it's like that