[HOOK:]
However you want ityou don t want itcuz when you get it it hurts
Your body carried out the church
Momshe be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh my baby!)
They shoulda took me first
However you want ityou don t want itcuz when you get it it hurts
Your body carried out the church
Momshe be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...)

[Verse 1]
Aiyyo
What y all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston
Cuz My Love s your Love will be my slugs wit blood
For any thug that wanna bang and play orangutang
Find yourself in the river with the rest of them
Wake upwake upI m in a nightmare dream
Where I found myself loadin magazines after magazines
Ski mask on my facegun on my waist
Fine pens shakin in my hand as I write this next line
You look strangeshootin victims at close range
And saw his vein burst from his neckas I snatched his chain
Is this a BibleI used to read the Gospel
Until I got betrayed by one of my twelve disciples
Which onelook through the crowd son
You could spot the traitor wit a tatto on his arm
The symbol is a microphonean intellectual
A wannabe Rakimbut too extraterrestrial
I heard he s lethal and I m too rusty to battle him
Me being rusty is like Biggie not being *Born Again*
It never happenwatch who you call fam
On MTVhe painted himself as the tin man
Predicted platinumway before it happened
So that s why when you ship goldyou only sold aluminum

And now you wanna tell everybody I messed up your record?
C mon!

[HOOK]

[Verse 2]
You a thug? You aint a murdererjust an undercover caligula
Cuz when you saw the luger became silent like Caesar
Enough of this rap stuffSedeck take his watch
If I wasn t rappinI d take that stash in your left socks
Don t make me raise my voice cuz I m masterin a coo
Soand besides when they find you you ll be bones
Mom say watch my peershangin like chandeliers
Orderin Don Pyou couldn t pay for one beer
Perpetratina fraudoh godyou aint hard
Take thirty of y all to murder one kid on the boulevard
You want Wyclef Jeanbring your same thug guys
Here s my adviceleave the ring with your bride
Cuz you aint comin back no more
We gon send you to a vacation for twowith crabs on the seashore
You freeze uphold up I really thought you was psychotic
Is that tears in your eyes? You cryin for your life
Kid you tellin me what you didyou didn t wanna do
Watch what you say on record cuz it might come true

[HOOK]

[Outro:]
Should I take them? Should I wait?
Should I take them? Should I wait?
Should I take them? Should I wait?
I say No WomanNo Cry like I should own a piece of the estate
But at the tribute they didn t invite me
So I put in a call to Halis Alassi
He said be easyaint no need to bust a shot (BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!)
Like Supercat saidyo the ghetto s red hot
Before blingblingbling it was BLINGBLINGBLING!

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