(feat. The Luniz)



[Verse 1: Numskull]

I'ma hustla to the heart, pardon me dolly

I mastered the dice large, and even three card molly

Slappin bozo nigga's for twenty bucks a rock

Plus I slang mad rocks on the spot, FUCK THE COPS

Now I'm on the ball, cause it's all good in the hood

I'm glad as fuck, dropped outta school because I hate math and stuff

Lay low, runnin off my pager, can't press my luck

STINGY AS FUCK, wit my bucks like Scrooge McDuck

NOBODY COULD, stop the operation stackola

Get back roller, you can't fuck wit this crackola

Because I got the carribean, plates just like a nubian

Happy so the five-0 won't jack me

Fuck the jail shit, it's corny

BITCHES KNOW I'm HORNY

The nigga's that I hang wit got crew cause life is corny

We precieve the gat to the end so that you know

Shit I pull more bitches then menaudo

Let me quit, the nigga's on the spot wanna take me out

DRIVE BY MS.DAISY, to raise me, and take me plot

I got ya duckem, don't slip for nobody(fuck em!)

Schemes gettin thought up, I'm never gettin caught up

Keepin my pockets so fat, swift on my feet

Sayin I'm out to the fools that's on my street



[Verse 2: Yukmouth]

Well it's the CRAP SHOOTER

Love to hit the fat buddah sack, and you know that

My crew comes together like ?????

Raised in the ghetto's of OAKLAND

Had dope in my pocket, servin knocks in the open

Walked close, and door close when I was on the night shift

Got a few indictments, day to day excitements out my life quift

Rollin in my cousins big K-5

Holy moly, I stay high by drinkin 40's

Had roly poly dice in my pocket for the school house crap game

I had a DANGLE ROLL, sometimes I wanna STRANGLE HO'S

But I scoop em like a spoon full of cereal

Never ate a trick cause that's for kids duke you hear me though

But rigger though, never was rigor-mortis so face it

Pocket's on fat like a Jenny Craig patient, IT AIN'T SHIT

But a come up, when I roll up on they knock

Fuck pops, I gotta have my props

I'm runnin shit like FLO JO

Never fucked a HOBO

But I got my DICK SUCKED

Now she's got the HICCUPS

I wakes up, move a ???head if ya dangle

I'm down, you'll fuck around and get ya neck strangled

To swing a sell, and chop rocks to the whole dim sprayer

Cause what I got will make ya sing a song like the Gap band

Likes ta DANGLE MUTHAFUCKA'S OUT THEY CASH LIKE A SHISTA



[Verse 3: Dru Down]

Well I'm the sickest, wickedst nigga you'd wanna be

A damn fool from the streets, killin enemies

And as I'm sleepin in my street I'm havin nightmares

I'm FULLY PREPARED, AND FULLY AWARED

And strapped wit the armorgauge

And as a nigga wakes up, I'm havin thoughts of a murder scene

Robbery, OOHHH, I had to hit the streets

FEELIN, FEELIN, I like the fuckin smell of some flesh

KILLIN, KILLIN, I like to put a whole lot in yo chest

A maniac, runnin down the streets in the ghetto

I see a limo, a white man in tuxedo

Tryna be slick, BUT HE'S A TASK

Knowin damn well he wouldn't catch me, I'm too fast

Cause I will bust a gauge or two, 

'Rupt the fuckin living rooms

And If I had to getway, I'll find another place to stay

Cause I'ma slick, quick nigga you can't fuck wit

A brotha from the gutter doin dirt, AND I LOVE IT

Afterwards, I'm chokin like a damn fool

Smokin on the blunt, a yabba, dabba, fuckin do

Cause I'm luni like the luni fuckin tunes

I need to go snatch a purse so I can rent a room

SOMEBODY JUMPIN OUT THE BUSHES WIT A STRAP Y'ALL

Checkin everything except the shit in yo drawers, y'all

I know ???? is sweepin nigga's off they feet

A murderize killer, sick fool from the street, yeah