Unusual suspects Whoo Let's Ride Mmmhmm Sometimes you don't ask for trouble You know Naw Sometimes Trouble just come to you This how I feel about trouble
Just prepare for your departure cuz I aint squashin shit We can get it on the floor or hoe we can empty clips How you comin down South? Tryna check me You aint gotta like me But you gon respect me
Hoe, muthafuck a Fox Whack bitch I'm a hunter Set fire to many tracks And bitch you just a runner I didn't wanna deck ya But how ya man let ya Come to 3-0-5 And run up on a chair checker I damn near gave ya class-less ass a asthma attack Smacked you down and kicked ya in ya ass-less ass How you got another deal When yo lyrics aint real Whoever ghost-writin needa help you write ya will Capitalize on what? I aint wanna contend wit ya Honest Inga, I don't think nobody remembers ya Fox-Bozo, Foxy-Clown, Foxy-Cotton, or Jello Shit, I wanna see who the hell is the Gepetto How ya'll brought that Whack ass throwback BROOOOKLYN You deserve better than a bitch on Prozac Whack this Tell ya ghost-writer to turn down his ad-libs YOU ALREADY KNOW what the track is
Just prepare for your departure cuz I aint squashin shit We can get it on the floor or hoe we can empty clips How you comin down South? Tryna check me You aint gotta like me But you gon respect me
And if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch you wouldn't hate him You walk around frustrated hoe, cuz you aint Kim The fight is on And I aint ignited the alarm But im warnin you It's suicide if you try to respond (That's Right) The night's long, and rights strong, lyrical python You probably mad Cuz you can't get ya dike on Get ya hike on Face it, your intimidated In your interviews, go ahead and tell them how linoleum tasted Check this, before you even start rappin reckless Next time take a second Check what the set is This aint South Beach, you needed 8 more exits I aint squashin no beef bitch I seek justice
Just prepare for your departure cuz I aint squashin shit We can get it on the floor or hoe we can empty clips How you comin down South? Tryna check me You aint gotta like me But you gon respect me
Hit her, hurt her, smack her around Queen of the South, I don't back down Sick whore, insecure, til it aint even funny You been exposed you gimmick Give the people back they money You told me to bow down? Cuz u supposed to be a vet? You a tennis ball You get knocked around on every set Now, I don't even give a fuck about what happens next You see this all started because of your ego and disrespect.
Just prepare for your departure cuz I aint squashin shit We can get it on the floor or hoe we can empty clips How you comin down South? Tryna check me You aint gotta like me But you gon respect me
This aint South Beach baby See, you done got off on the wrong exit You was on the other side of the bridge See you zigged when you shoulda zagged