Still write that with right hand up hot My band scream and made lite art New fuckin track, Mouse thank what On the street going this fuckin rain, but This track is hit, miss you and shit luck With you I drip, without I freak stop I still gang rap read and weath clock Crying like the wind, far out spring fuck Yesterday I thunk what I rapper pop Better shock, when think again about This style and creak my loud, oh My niggas battle, your life is flout Oh, shit, I true! You motherfucker! I make that road Get smoked, bitch
Lil Mouse:
I tape old, I make that, I hate tour, I'm rave so So brave do, look at my show, frame dollar Fame toolbar, hate fumble, brave me and I brave to all I springs vocal rap group Martians heavy I hope this souls can rap reading We're street niggas alive already man I fuck that hole with my hoe, I ready rapper Stay my troude, fake rap true, uh I said I make that like approach loo Dedicate to this rapper, Lil Mouse and pad too Fuck around fuck around fuck around Get smoked, I have a beaver in country ground In my underground, second round, but I already come around
Lil Mouse:
Give me a gun, I can do it Live it and run, I can do it Freak with him, I can do it I make flow rythm, I fuck loose bitch So with me a rich, so this better than Hip Hop street Wake up when I ship, fuckin freak Look at me, you can see a real rapper alive WN, Stan Records, Martians so good drive I make price, in my head and gloom, I hope Spring and school, my headphones like tour I hope you know me, the best from STR I hope you understand, real rap loves Dreds Hair Come lets fire on, I hate Old School cuz they clouse shut up and pair Farewell, get smoked, bitch