[Dove:] Aight, back to the "What the [BLEEP]" portion of the tape Umm, this song right here we recorded... in the middle of "De La is Dead" and "3 Feet
nigga mad cause I'm fucking this woman Get your ass beat put to sleep cause that's b game we too deep I'm what's poppin on grove street I'm smokin kush
sell good for the lay bits Talkin bad like you ready to blaze nigga you ain't mad (What the fuck you think you doing..........) I give a fuck who you
Nigga don't worry God don't like evil Shit is so clear that they can't even see through But no matter what we do (matter what we do), We gon' be strugglin
music shit play out and you trapped wid no way out) [Verse 3: Wish Bone] Now all ah y'all niggas tough Y'all ready for violence violence But niggas don't give ah fuck
which way to go Nigga save your soul cause we all gotta struggle or strive And that's called survival It's vital nigga better know what to die for
betta tell 'em what's real bitch Takin' ova the shit in the '9-5 I bring to you the one and only... Bone Thugs N Harmony Nigga this St. Claire... [echoes
no gun powder that only takes all the fun out of Mur-derin I'd rather go 'vrinn-vrinn' and now you see just how the Fuck I do just what I do when I cut
I'm like baldhead(??) Wrecks I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead What's said is what's said, it's already spoke The dead is the dead +I Ain't No+ fuckin
be the same noooo [Verse 2: Eve] Uh, ayo, this thing so crazy That it hurt ya soul Don't know what to call it that Call it rock n roll All this shit
is inaudible. I have a hard time understanding it, then. Paul, since I traveled the country for 3 years, 'n they said they could not understand me. Maybe
THA MUTHAFUCKIN' REMIX!! [beat changes to Lil Jon's version] [Farnsworth Bentley] B-E-N-T-L-E-Y Yee ain't know, you betta ask somebody What we gonna
your words don't translate and it's getting quite late So please don't stay in touch Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck
top so soft I'll probably have it off these niggaz so soft And I go so hard Bitch I go so hard... [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] I get money hoe fuck what you
hit you one time fuck up yo equilibrium I got rhythm yeah I got soul ya I travel all around the world like a postcard My flow cold fuck around and get
had, and I put it in rap If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call that If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya call fat I wasn't born on purpose,
