Hey, yo, listen, Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis Doctor Kill, giving the rap dosage Postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered Distributed through out the hood, mutha*******a, what's good? Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting (******* it,) now I'm forced to box You got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that sucks Smack saliva, out the side of ya face, I ain't trying to be rude But dude, you fruit, so I gotta make grace, choir -- (Jesus Price has all the time) Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll *******s is foul (******* it,) Sean'll shoot two from the line Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya rock These (*******s) ain't ready for war, let 'em know I told 'em, these rookies ain't ready for retardation In it's realest form in rap, this street car racing Rebellious, rederic, heat start blazing After that, I seen Caucasians, in the streets all taping *******t up They could be trying to piece ya faces back together You keep on playing, you hear? Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your name The word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head You wearing suits and a towel on your head And eating soup with the noodles and eggs Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head You wearing suits and a towel on your head And eating soup with the noodles and eggs Ok, new word, respeckanize my gangstaforcation and g-dentials You scared to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep window Get ya window shot up, in a residential area And left, (*******) a ocean and sea-ment you This time it's the principality, punk You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punk Push your *******t all the way off, a producer para-loser Yeah, (*******), that's you, chump All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P, Alkatraz And the Beast Master, take a stab at me See all kind of red dots on ya face like bad acne Nappy piece to be praying for ya (*******s) While I'm getting my vulture on, preying on ya'll *******, choir (Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro) Yeah that's how I got my Bronx (*******), she breakdance and bomb trains The fifty pop blocker, while giving me bar bread Asking you car banger, and she go all way She gone, go where I say, she know where ya'll stay, (suckas) Yeah, ya'll (*******s) 'ready to die', blast the sket And then you realize, ain't no (******g) "life after death" Smash your chest with a (******g) medicine ball You think you nice, but I'm better than ya'll Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir Heltah Skeltah on they job, and you *******as is fired The fire supplier, forget your squad (*******), I'm **** like the ******* on Oz, get your nod off Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head You wearing suits and a towel on your head And eating soup with the noodles and eggs Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head You wearing suits and a towel on your head And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
[00:00.99]Hey, yo, listen, [00:02.72]Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis [00:05.69]Doctor Kill, giving the rap dosage [00:08.00]Postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered [00:10.46]Distributed through out the hood, mutha*******a, what's good? [00:13.26]Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting [00:16.33](******* it,) now I'm forced to box [00:18.55]You got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac [00:20.75]You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that sucks [00:23.37]Smack saliva, out the side of ya face, [00:25.56]I ain't trying to be rude [00:26.92]But dude, you fruit, so I gotta make grace, choir -- [00:29.55](Jesus Price has all the time) [00:34.42]Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll *******s is foul [00:37.83](******* it,) Sean'll shoot two from the line [00:39.99]Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya rock [00:42.72]These (*******s) ain't ready for war, let 'em know [00:45.36]I told 'em, these rookies ain't ready for retardation [00:47.93]In it's realest form in rap, this street car racing [00:50.46]Rebellious, rederic, heat start blazing [00:53.33]After that, I seen Caucasians, [00:54.70]in the streets all taping *******t up [00:56.21]They could be trying to piece ya faces back together [00:59.33]You keep on playing, you hear? [01:01.16]Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your name [01:03.74]The word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain [01:06.61]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head [01:11.47]You wearing suits and a towel on your head [01:14.44]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs [01:17.32]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head [01:21.92]You wearing suits and a towel on your head [01:24.98]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs [01:27.50]Ok, new word, [01:28.23]respeckanize my gangstaforcation and g-dentials [01:30.81]You scared to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep window [01:32.33]Get ya window shot up, in a residential area [01:36.52]And left, (*******) a ocean and sea-ment you [01:38.62]This time it's the principality, punk [01:41.18]You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punk [01:43.76]Push your *******t all the way off, a producer para-loser [01:47.31]Yeah, (*******), that's you, chump [01:49.51]All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be [01:51.67]You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P, Alkatraz [01:54.42]And the Beast Master, take a stab at me [01:57.33]See all kind of red dots on ya face like bad acne [02:00.21]Nappy piece to be praying for ya (*******s) [02:02.58]While I'm getting my vulture on, [02:03.60]preying on ya'll *******, choir [02:04.50](Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro) [02:08.34]Yeah that's how I got my Bronx (*******), [02:11.86]she breakdance and bomb trains [02:13.51]The fifty pop blocker, while giving me bar bread [02:16.10]Asking you car banger, and she go all way [02:18.64]She gone, go where I say, she know where ya'll stay, (suckas) [02:21.48]Yeah, ya'll (*******s) 'ready to die', blast the sket [02:23.61]And then you realize, ain't no (******g) "life after death" [02:26.50]Smash your chest with a (******g) medicine ball [02:29.10]You think you nice, but I'm better than ya'll [02:31.18]Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir [02:34.23]Heltah Skeltah on they job, and you *******as is fired [02:37.92]The fire supplier, forget your squad [02:39.81](*******), I'm **** like the ******* on Oz, get your nod off [02:42.91]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head [02:46.98]You wearing suits and a towel on your head [02:50.31]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs [02:53.08]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head [02:57.72]You wearing suits and a towel on your head [03:00.84]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
