Talking shit not showing your face nineteen year old punk your a fucking disgrace you don't know us so back the fuck down go ahead a judge us
Born to lose that's what you are sitting there you're going far take a chance to prove yourself maybe someday you'll be something a waste of
for you and me, we will hold this, keep this for unity for unity you can't take this from us we won't give in Spit Your Fucking Teeth
Spit your fucking teeth spit your fucking teeth spit your fucking teeth spit your fucking teeth (Gang Vocals)
Taking it back and that's a fact no one cares no one has your back we see through you no need to front i don't care i don't give a fuck (about
[x2] What you Want Bucky Done Gun What you want The Fire Done Burn What you want Bucky Done Gun Get Crackin' Get Get Crackin' [x2] Time to spit
higher then a parot Hundred thousand dollar chain Brain brighter than the carat I'm ahead of ya'll No breaks on the boy wheels The difference between me and you is ya
I bathe the freaks Save ya greif-Yo make up I made ya meat You made the beef-I ate the beef Knock out ya fronts ta where they have 2 tape ya teeth Replace ya teeth
be testin' the teeth My specialty feast, tell you were the feminists speech A pessimist beast, ya glass is half empty Put the, hang up on paper put ya
Every corner that you got's under new management, We get the money, burn it to the grown, ya'll can have that shit Ya team pussy, I'm a go and damage
(feat. Ludacris, Rick James) [Busta Rhymes:] Uh, y'know, this time as we circle around the block, as we travel through the hood Ya mean? This time I
, The target is you, I shut ya lane down, Took ya spot, parked in it too, Watchin it flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do, Go get ya crew to hype ya
Yo.. yo! (* Eminem hachs up spit *) Mic check.. (My dick!) Testing.. one, two (* Eminem hach-spits on mic *) Ffff-fuck.. (My dick!) My nuts.. My attitude
I do best Spit shit You know me and Drag fit tight But that goes without sayin See you stallin on the floor What you standin for? Scared thug, can't enjoy ya
Alley cats hoes mane Strictly entertainment(strictly entertainment) For all my street bitches out there(all my street bitches) Real spit(real spit) [
to the left, right Just enough to see the teeth sparkle a bit I fill my grill with Listerine and then it's gargle, gargle, spit And now that's good hygiene
im not fuckin around icky icky ya ya icky icky ya ya mass murders natural born killas im not fuckin around icky icky ya ya icky icky ya ya This aint
stuck on Get back on your mule and get the fuck on Don't look back or I'ma hit ya Take that red neck bitch out with ya Spit on your Rebel rag, so fuck
