Menace II Society

2-2-3's like Mike Jordan Yeah I Shoot a lot, I might pass, but I Like Scorin' Her pussy real good, good Head, but the bitch boring Hit it From the back, she keep runnin', But I keep goin' Never stop, bitch, Finna hit until the mornin Middle of the day, she asleep, she Keep snorin Energizer Bunny the way, I'm Gettin' to the money Steady countin' all these Hundreds, turnin' nothin' into Somethin All I think about is money, and I'm rollin' up this weed Shit is sticky like some honey, Man Got pounds by the bundle, if You ready, we Can rumble I'ma sting like a Bumble, and I'm runnin Through your team But I better Never fumble, ain't no cap in My rap Hell yeah, I got that strap, Put your hoe On the track Nah, that was way Back, put the team on the Map Hell yeah, we got that crack, Got a hot 16 For the track or the strap, put Your Hoe on the back I was pullin' out her tracks, and She know it's a wrap When I hit it from the back, make Her scream, make it clap Yeah, I trap and I rap, cop the A-R-P Cock it back, make it slap Just touchdown, I'm the motherfuckin' Greyhound Make a couple plays now, I'm tryna cop a Trey pound Lil' cuz gone, so they put it in my hands Now I got a plan now, all these hoes, left them fanned out They say it's a drought, but I'm countin all these bands now They got their hands out, ain't got shit for you Might give you some game, if I got love for you You know I'm gettin' to the money, ain't shit funny Unless I wipe my ass with a motherfuckin hundred Tat, tat, tat, what the f*ck, man F*ck you tripping on? You owe me some money, motherfuckers Hell naw, but here you go That was the first time I'd ever seen my father kill anybody But it wasn't the last I got used to it though