HOOK:
However you want it, you don’t want it, cuz when
you get it it hurts
Your body carried out the church
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin…
(oh my baby!)
They shoulda took me first
However you want it, you don’t want it, cuz when
you get it it hurts
Your body carried out the church
Mom, she 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 up, wake up, I’m in a nightmare dream
Where I found myself loadin magazines after
magazines
Ski mask on my face, gun on my waist
Fine pens shakin in my hand as I write this next
line
You look strange, shootin victims at close range
And saw his vein burst from his neck, as I
snatched his chain
Is this a Bible, I used to read the Gospel
Until I got betrayed by one of my twelve
disciples
Which one, look through the crowd son
You could spot the traitor wit a tatto on his arm
The symbol is a microphone, an intellectual
A wannabe Rakim, but 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 happen, watch who you call fam
On MTV, he painted himself as the tin man
Predicted platinum, way before it happened
So that’s why when you ship gold, you 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 murderer, just an
undercover caligula
Cuz when you saw the luger became silent like
Caesar
Enough of this rap stuff, Sedeck take his watch
If I wasn’t rappin, I’d take that stash in your
left socks
Don’t make me raise my voice cuz I’m masterin a
coo
So, and besides when they find you you’ll be
bones
Mom say watch my peers, hangin like chandeliers
Orderin Don P, you couldn’t pay for one beer
Perpetratin, a fraud, oh god, you aint hard
Take thirty of y’all to murder one kid on the
boulevard
You want Wyclef Jean, bring your same thug guys
Here’s my advice, leave the ring with your bride
Cuz you aint comin back no more
We gon send you to a vacation for two, with crabs
on the seashore
You freeze up, hold up I really thought you was
psychotic
Is that tears in your eyes? You cryin for your
life
Kid you tellin me what you did, you 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 Woman, No 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 easy, aint no need to bust a shot
(BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!)
Like Supercat said, yo the ghetto’s red hot
Before bling, bling, bling it was BLING, BLING,
BLING!
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