for the steals my do i got it (Chourus) V.I.C. is hard (x3) V.I.C. is hard as hell V.I.C. is hard (x3) V.I.C. is hard as hell (Chorus)
I'm the one Man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows To do with your ho all wrapped in one I'm not done Man, I'm the shit after its all said and done The
scene And yeah, I hit my duggy I D-Town boogy Now the girls really love me V.I.C. to Vic Yeah, They both got silly Lil Twist, I get silly I'm the king
Tech) [Chorus x2: V.I.C.] Get Silly, Get Silly, Get Silly, Get Silly [Verse 1: V.I.C.] Yeeeaaaahhhhh I'm feeling myself And with the number one single I
and you use it now From Goober P. to Op Ivy Bad Ska C-O-R-P int your discography From Choking V. to Beastie B. Bad Ska C-O-R-P int your discography From
truth or somethin - should I slow down and be a good camper? I heard a young thug scream, "It depends what you got in the beamer!!" Now I got two choices I
And we inflicted with a disease mo' trip than an H-I-V Can't nuthin protect you from a hundred, drummer 2-2-3's You can call the police Wear a V-E-S-T
millions togetha nigga haha. I followed your lead I should say ya know so I delt with chu from the heart nigga, I mean I thought chu delt with me from
' I'm off my job But I'm on like Chris when he popped his 'cuz Thinkin' them slugs'll fly Call me P.C Tempers feelin', I peel Look how I'm killin' the
but I'm tha ma fucka Ma fuckas Dis tha last supper Look no hands I'ma bread cuffer I dont dare lover I'm a dare devil I dont fear nun Mafucka
haters, now I see I'm in the house, about six, twist the lit I park my V Hic, feedin' my bitch They wonder if I switched since I signed my deal I'm
stop when i pull up And my pants sag low like i was rockin a pull-up When i stop and i pull up ima be already full of Vodka I keep that in my cup a bay
scene And yeah, I hit my dougie I D-Town boogy Now the girls really love me V.I.C. to Vic Yeah, They both got silly Lil' Twist, I get silly I?m the king
in the back Flamboyant, never givin' a slack, I jam joints when I live on a track Ran point when they gave me the Mac I'm on fat, never lack the realness, I
you rhymin I give the atonement like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah) But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST I'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse
a fuck Been talkin' like you want it but I got ya If it's in ya I'mma get it out ya Right after I done shot ya [V.I.C.] I know you heard about me (bout
is the only 'lastic C.R.E.A.M. rap, militant flow, combination with Swahilian dough Guaranteed we dose that, in the beast like pizzas All I know is
cats that I run with Got gats at a motel, and splashed by the hundreds I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running I don't ask if I want it, my attitude
