Now $hort! I know you didn't think that shit was over, 

you little ugly ass nigga!



Too $hort...

Nothin' can save ya

Ain't no love, $hort (4x)



Now mickity mic down

Guns out, mothafuckas

Lowin' the holes 

It's the kid from the gutter

Punks get on tapes 

And they sound so real

But real niggas don't get in court and squeal

Yeah, regard all that punk ass Racia shit

Got on the stand and ran your mouth

Like a bitch, little snitch

Pooh-Man did it! Pooh-Man did it!

He made me with it!

Court is in session, $hort 

And you've been indicted

Hoe trusta Oakland busta 

And you gets no love from the gutter

See we remember when you had to have  

A baserock cawy and a nice hot bath

Smokin' and chokin', Sir Too $hort

Just thinkin'  about the day before

See you never shouldn't fuck

With the real killa

I goes deep on you dopefiend nigga

Got on the mic and called me a punk

And funk is what you want



So there it is, junk

Dirty, tired, fucked around

And get my foot off in his ass

Let's hood ride, mob, fuck talkin' bad

No punk let's me check myself, partner

I ain't gonna bust ya

I rather ride up and drop ya

But the rappin' is weak shit

And I'm down with this street shit

And you aint shit but a weak bitch

The ugliest nigga in rap

Try to cap on the nigga

From the mothafuckin' hood

So when I see you it's all good



Too $hort...

Nothin' can save ya

Aint no love, $hort (4x)



Ant Banks: read this...



I boarded to your ass last year

But you didn't hear me dough

It's 94 and Banks need a little more

Lips lookin' hell of luscious

Digidy down goes my zipper

Nigga, you can suck this

And you must like slurpin' dicks

Because you ridin' on $hort's tip

Like a jockin' little bitch

Ridin' around  in your too-$hort-hand-me-down

I left the Dangerous Crew

And that's why you're clownin' now

The bigidy Banksta ain't no gigidy gigidy gangsta

When the truth comes out you aint shit but a pranksta

Try to hang in my hood lookin' out of place

With that blank ass look on your face:

(What should I do? What should I do?)

Now get in where you fit in, chunk

Can't hang on the block

Cause you aint shit but a punk

So I ain't givin' no rule

To assume you want some mothafuckin' funk

Then bring it to the crew

So bring it on if your ass wanna trip

And to this hollow-tip, bitch

Blast that ass, yes I would

Cause on the streets, nigga, it's all good



Too $hort...

Nothin' can save ya

Ain't no love, $hort



Beep, beep, beep

Oh, there goes my pager

And it's your bitch, yo, I think I best to fade her

Took her to the motel parking lot

Little light skinned bitch got just a little too hot

it's goin' down, pannies comin' off

Another tramp bitch got automatically toasted

I think you found out and got jealous

Cause I was diggin' your bitch

And runnin' back tellin' all the fellas

But you took her home

And wanted to marry the bitch

I would dig her in this, mister

And bury the bitch

Stop spendin' all your cash and fix your teeth

$hort Dog must like bein' ugly

Came at a nigga wrong

Little cavity creep walkin' around with Nikes on

Bitch ass nigga ain't got no heart

Be ready to finish anythin' your punk ass started

Cause I did funk with the best

So when you ridin' in your lexus

Nigga, put on the vest

And stay the fuck out my hood 

Cause death is a factor and it's all good



Too $hort...

Nothin' can save ya

Ain't no love, $hort (4x)