You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk? Shoot me some peace bitch Record Hatin' bitches, Record hatin' bitches Suave game and snitches, suave game and snitches We should cease you
uhh] You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You fucking with me, nigga ? You
with the bullshit You tapping all that lip, you wanna scrap, you getting fooled, bitch Think you tough with the shit you talk Behind a nigga back, ain't setting it off You wanna
'll kiss you wit a blade when I think I'm gettin played Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman You say you want it, you don't wanna see the
say shit You Liberace's, Versace's and you Nazis Watch me 'cause you thinkin' you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna judge me 'cause you're not me You
so,say it ain't so) Slam peller back do' [Boo] Alright, look Say he snitchin' on my click, you gotta be kidding You sellin' rear rock shit, not glisten
you wanna freak wit me, Now do you wanna freak wit me And you aint got the skills, to freak with me Now do you wanna freak wit me, do you wanna freak
front, I love rappin' with a passion Crash your head front into the funk you think I'm slam dancin' See when you front you make mad The alter weight [
Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but why? To my dogs wherever you are Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You in God's hands
bout that body bag You aint thank quick, that's why you on your ass And niggas stuntin', perpetratin, talkin shit You roll through the projects you might
Yo! you kno the routine, the demon effect Please, don't step, you wanna be one of my pet peeve's The more beef the better, sound strange but you all
forever What's up, homie, why you walkin' up on me? Postin' up in the shade, we can draw or get paid You ain't movin' not a thing, homeboy Click 'em
the night You only live once, and you only die once You gotta make what you want (Nigga) And take what you want (Bitches) You only live once, and you
that body bag You ain't thank quick, that's why you on your ass And niggas stuntin', perpetratin, talkin shit You roll through the projects you might
suedes from afar Pah But hold up, do you know who I are? The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it
why they despise my vocals I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like clips do When I dismiss you, me and my click, fool Chorus: May I (may... I), may I funk
in wheel chairs, half dead as it is T-shirts wit' pictures representin' dead peers 9 millimeters, glock, pump, ride guns, all that start funk Look out you bitch, you
drain so blast my words will hit you harder than a gun six-thousand sounds of funk weighing more than a ton so why would you wanna run your mouth and
