What what) What's on your mind (What what) Let me know what's on your mind (What what) Let me know what's on your mind (Yup yup) What's on your mind See
it in they face free my partner Grace What's up to that Los what's cracking cause I'm straight lase What's up to that Pokey What's up to that Woldy Always
of luck, and dead on my ass But with the heart of a hustler, and the mind of a G I came up, now I'm something to see Bun B [Hook x2]
(*talking*) This for all the DJ A, B, C, D's, wanna be motherfuckers Whoever you is, my nigga DJ Screw created this style It's here to stay, you with
with correction You know there's infection, so wear some protection Ain't nobody slicker than B-Dub on the mixer Don't bring your girlfriend 'round because he's
understand? Nigga got a problem with this shit That's your shit nigga Suck a nigga dick a die nigga Birdman, made man nigga Yeah, that's how it's goin
without thinkin about us on your mind we gon' haunt your asses motherfuckers! [DMC] (background singers: "They pray.." 4X throughout) That's not all, MC's
, I'll see ya Comeback boy, for sayin' what? And I'll spray ya, yes, I'll see ya You should have never passed, stay in your place Mind your bidness or
, It's death on your block Knock, knock Whut's up nigga? These sirenes start singing It's me and yuk with the l-g in the makin' It's stinkin', freakin' Bowlin' on
What what (Get that dough) Get that dough (Get that dough) Get that dough (Get that dough) Get that dough (Figadoh) [Benzino] What, why? Wanna come test (what
com And see the hoes, it's time to log on, baby Eat this dick up 'til it's all gone baby I ain't fake this site is all no-fiction Real pussy, real dick
can ride my dick Now shawnetta, shawnda, an rida too Now here's a shot to the whole slug crew Talk bad punk bitch but it's always pooh Kiss my ass and spend your cash, on
this Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R triple X I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole And put some coal on your nipple and neck Tell your man, if he flex it's gettin
hustlin rocks on my block, cause they gone pay gonna make my fetti, keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly, make your trunk wave keep your corner
what's up? Drinks Houston, what's up? Onyx, what's up? You does it baby you does it baby Harlem nights, what's up? Treasures, what's up? Legends, what
an ooze Made a quick maneuvre to enchance the dance I'm used to do Split up all your fuckin' word, cut them from all in your back Platinum on my stat