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[Bushwick Bill]
It's Bushwick Bill, I be that motherfuckin nigga Four foot two, a couple of inches and I'm steady gettin bigger Straight from the motherfuckin G To the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho I had to come up strong to get where I'm at Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back Back in the day I used to play with Tonka toys Now I'm paid and shootin dice with the big boys Shoot a G, bet a G, now watch me hit a lick I ain't worryin about no shit because I packed my shit I pull my shit and take a shit cause that's the way I do it And when it comes to handlin shit, there ain't nothin to it Bushwick Bill, the motherfuckin thinkin nigga Gotta stay smart, to keep me from sinkin nigga Cause if you sleep, you'll get beat, on the street Understand, get it that's the plan, from the Little Big Man (Yeah.. hahhh.. come again! Uh, yeah..) (Peep game) [Bushwick Bill] Now when it comes to bitches I play games with they minds Cause once you get that hit, you gon' get the pussy any time And it's a proven fact I'm hittin bitches from the back, Bushwick Bill, neighborhood - mack In and out the crib like a motel Fucked her so well, the ho had to go.. tell Her friend and then I fucked her too Got 'em both claimin that they in love wit you know who Now what am I to do, but pass her to the crew And let the fellas get that ass and bust a couple of nuts or two Cause that's the way we do it, fella The Little Big Man, takin bitches to that other level! (Yeah.. uh, uh, uh, ahh) [Bushwick Bill] How many motherfuckers wanna step to B-U-S-H W-I-C-K, blowin niggaz away, clickin every day Cuttin niggaz up, and I can not prevent the shit Gougin out your fuckin eyeballs and then I skullfuck you, bitch Hey nigga, don't you know, today's the first day In the last moments of your life, run and tell your fuckin wife Little nigga, little nigga, pullin trigger, gettin bigger Gravedigger bury nigga like me how the fuck you figure There's nothin worse than bein, caught up in a gridlock With a fuckin dreadlock, cause you know I bust shot Notty dread, notty dread, come slave driver Buck 'em dead, buck 'em dead, Bushwick gettin liver Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, BUCK, watch dem fall fast Little Big Man, buck buck, bustin 'nuff ass! Wheel it again Selector Diesel Rap-A-Lot comin da ragamuffin style, nineteen-ninety-tree Four five and year two t'ousand Givin you what you want, much more Little Big Mon, come again selector Yes, yes, yes that's how we like it more time Rap-A-Lot wit da music nice an' sweet, y'knahmsaid Givin it to you straight from de heart of de street Fifth Ward Texas, a Rap-A-Lot with de top yes Givin you what I got, Bushwick Bill, yes Make de riddim swing no Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes Little Big Mon just gettin buckwild yes Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes Little Big Mon 'im gettin buckwild yes Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes... |
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[Bushwick Bill]
Why you lie about that bitch you said you fucked last week You coulda bought the funky ho cause yo the pussy was cheap Me and her been fuckin daily since the time we met You mean to tell me you ain't fucked that ol' dumb bitch yet? Get yourself a new approach and stop your lyin an' shit You couldn't fuck her so I know she never sucked your dick I ain't simple-minded nigga, put your lies on the shelf Cause you ain't satisfyin me or your God damned self Let me give you for-instance with this kid named Chris Who used to say he fucked a bitch because she gave him a kiss Stupid silly motherfucker with his crotch in his hand Tellin dirty bed stories to a full grown man I had to stop him in his tracks and had to put him in check Cause he was gettin out of hand and he was gettin erect Went and bought the boy some pussy, nigga fucked it off Gave the tramp a 20 spot, she gave the shit right back But when he came out the room, I had to shut Chris up Cause I'll be damned if he ain't tell me he and she ain't fucked You a faggot if you stick your dick head in shit But you a pussy if you sit and tell a lie on your dick So check it [Bushwick Bill] My boy Kevin was a brother known for fuckin a bitch Used to leave with my rubbers, and come back with a itch Even Kevin started lyin when the girls got low When we asked if he fucked, he ain't never said no He just laughed, and told us that the job was done So we took it for granted, and never questioned one Now they're sweatin me, I'm fuckin everyone he's had Or he claimed he had, and it's just too damn bad That many brothers must resort to tellin lies on Jim Over and over again, I've seen many of them Try to front like they be mackin, Bushwick's the mack And any bitch that you'll attract will attest to that Too short for short fuckin, just long and stiff And a pocket full of bullets for the niggaz who riff You a faggot if you stick your dick head in shit But you a pussy if you sit and tell a lie on your dick So check it [Bushwick Bill] Ain't a girl that me and Ak and Willie D can't fuck Rap-A-Lot got it good, and we be fuckin shit up Too smooth to be forgotten, yo they must want more Whether bathroom kitchen table, sink or the floor So check it [ad libbed sounds of an argument about fucking hoes] [Bushwick Bill] But some lie, and that ain't even cool at all Before you lie on your Jimmy, give your cousin a call or somethin Take it from long dick Bushwick Bill Fuckin bitches every day with the 12 inch kill Like Monique, a typical run-around-ass freak Who used to act like she was it but kept her ass in the street Used to front on Bushwick Bill like she was oh so sweet But now my record's doin good and yo she's under my sheets So check it |
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[guy mocking Bushwick Bill]
You know that little short muthafuckin Bushwick? Shit, he so goddamn short, He had to get a runnin start and jump up on the commode to take a shit. He can't even piss - he can't even piss without runnin all the way back, Squeezin his little dick! He went to the movie, they was gonna let him in the movie free, But he had razorbumps, short muthafucka! I was gonna give him a ride in my goddamn car, But I forgot my car seat! Little nasty muthafucka, you know what I'm sayin? This some old bitch.. (Yo, there he is right now) (Yo what's up, Bushwick?) [ Bushwick Bill ] Cock this [shots] [VERSE 1] Bushwick Bill is on the goddamn hunt with a 12-guage pump Sendin muthafuckas to the dump The nigga killa, known to slam a hoe Finger on the trigger, lettin the hammer go Boom-boom, back up while I'm gettin hype, bitch Cause you ain't ready for an ass-whippin like this I'm on a killing spree, lettin muthafuckas see Me and the G.B. steady makin history Some crazy niggas out of Houston goin platinum Send up a gang of muthafuckas, watch me gat one Bar a bitch cause he's bigger, how the fuck you figure I thought you knew this was a goddamn slaughter, nigga I'm sendin sons of bitches to the pavement And the shit won't stop until I say when One by one they hit the muthafuckin ground, see Call it what you want, nigga, yeah, but you can callme crazy [Bushwick Bill (crowd chanting)] (Why you wanna fuck with Bushwick, you know he's crazy) I thought you know, nigga (That nigga's crazy) Ha, I thought you knew (That nigga's crazy) Yeah, I thought you knew, nigga (Why you wanna fuck with Bushwick, you know he's crazy) Ha-ha, muthafuckas, ha-ha (That nigga's crazy) I thought you knew, nigga (That nigga's crazy) I thought you muthafuckas knew [VERSE 2] 1-2, 1-2, every muthafucka hit the deck Bushwick is back and I ain't what you expect 5th Ward, born to be a bonafide player A order-disobeyer, neighborhood bitch-slayer Settin shit straight, 9mm to the dome Any nigga wanna feel this chrome, bring his ass on And I'ma let him know what's happenin If the nigga keeps on trippin I'ma keep on cappin Dig it, till every muthafucka falls flat Lyin in a crate on their muthafuckin back Cause I'm collectin bodies like a muthafuckin morticianist Bustin nuts in hoes, so you don't wanna get your bitch in this Shoot em up, bang-bang, watch em hit the canvas That's they way I plan this, niggas can't stand this So make room for the 5th Ward devil Yeah, see, I'm a rebel, doin shit on that other level My mind is like a muthafuckin maze, gee Phase after goddamn phase, but you can call me crazy (Why you wanna fuck with Bushwick, you know he's crazy) Ha! I thought you knew, nigga (That nigga's crazy) I thought you knew (That nigga's crazy) I thought you muthafuckas knew, ho-ho (Why you wanna fuck with Bushwick, you know he's crazy) I thought you knew, nigga (That nigga's crazy) Ha! I thought you knew (That nigga's crazy) Aw shit [VERSE 3] Line a bunch of muthafuckas up and watch em hit the deck I'm puttin bitches and niggas in check, causin fuckin wreck Bushwick Bill, I'm far from a rookie, hoe A maniac, rollin mark-ass niggas out like cookie dough Hoes got blowed up, competition slowed up Shit just ain't never been the same since I've showed up I'm a loner, renegade loser Filled with confusion, young nigga doin em There ain't nobody safe when I'm on the streets I'm the hardest muthafucka you can find on the 5 beat Bustin caps in gust, bustin nuts and bust Niggas gon' hit the dust fuckin around with us Yeah, I'm leavin muthafuckas in a daze, gee Call it what you want, nigga, yeah, but you can call me crazy (Why you wanna fuck with Bushwick, you know he's crazy) Ha! I thought you knew, nigga (That nigga's crazy) [singing continues until end] Ho-ho-ho, I thought you knew, nigga I thought you knew, nigga Ha! Ha-ha! I thought you knew, nigga Had to wake that ass up, I thought you knew, huh? Yeah, talk that shit now, nigga, I thought you knew Haaa! Yo! I thought this muthafucka knew I hope all you muthafuckas know now Cause I thought this nigga knew, hah? Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about Yeah! Do you muthafuckas know? Cause I'm talkin to you, do you know, huh? What the fuck's wrong with you, stupid fuck I thought you knew, hah? [speaks Spanish]...carramba I tell you somethin right now I tell you somethin right now I thought you knew, muthafucka Yeah! Ask Mica-Mica, she'll tell you |
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[Intro]
And now with the following collection of ghoulish sounds You can make your own sound terrifying and terrible Uh-huh-ha-ha! [laughing] [Child's Play two sample] Surprise! Heh-ha-heh-ha-ha-ha Did ya miss me? I sure missed you! I told ya we're gonna be friends to the end and now it's time to play I got a new game sport it's called hide the and guess what you're it! [Verse One] I told you size ain't shit you better duck quick It's the replay of chucky part two call it chuckwick Some niggaz stay hard some niggaz get sorrier Insane as the war for the little 5th Ward warrior Tonight's your dead date your dying a slow rate Let's hope the chainsaw's inside of chuck for your heart's ache Give me a knife I'm cutting bodies to pieces Remember what happened to your mother fucking nieces Niggaz think I'm a ho but I'm letting them know Every head I cut off half of that goes to Cujo I cut a throat with a God damn stick All bodies found dead fuck it blame it on Chuckwick [Child's Play two sample] It's Chuckwick Yaahh! It's Chuckwick I told you he'd find me He tried to take over my [Verse Two] The world's smallest killer I can't wait 'til they bury me Every arm I chop off I give the fingers to charity I saw a dead body just about my size Razor blade to his face now I can see out both eyes It's time for breakfast but I don't want eggs Just jelly and toast and bacon and legs If you try to diss that's fine with me Hug this is that fine with you G? Chuckwick Bill is from another dimension Unsatisfied nigga with barbaric intention Sometimes I'm invisible, sometimes I'm seen Sometimes I'm a pitchfork, sometimes I'm guillotine Extra ketchup on them French fried knees No tomato on that chopper with cheese I'm getting thirsty now what I'm a try Gulp, gulp, mmmmmm blood dry! You think I'm crazy you think I'm insane Just because I wasn't born I was found on a fuckin' train You wanna rumble well get up shit If you buck you get fucked by that nigga named Chuckwick Aw shit my nigga Ganksta Nip in the motherfuckin house Yo Nip say something to all the people out there [Ganksta Nip] Yo this is Ganksta Nip A South Park psycho takin no shit And get your motherfuckin wig split [Bushwick Bill] Yeaahh! Chuckwick Bill ain't a sucka Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me I'm dead so pass the bob G And after that pass the body Chuckwick Bill don't have the 5th ward John Gotti You make me mad you're taking a fall Tell your kids about my god damn Chuckwick Doll Turn down and murder them hard [Nip] What's the name of your hood? [Bushwick Bil] 5th motherfucking ward! The home of the villians constant killin Get fired at your job start a new job car stealin The word Chuckwick Capitalizes each letter And we look as though we're two we took home room together You might think that I'm throwed A major malfunction made my brain explode Which means I'm ready slaughter Syphilis and gonorrhea mixed up in your drinking water Before I go I have this to say Hi! My name is Chuckwick part three's on it's way [Child's play two sample] Snap out of it, you're acting like you've never seen a dead body before This is it world, from now on, no Mr. Good guy Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! [laughing continues] |
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Heh heh, a ho ho ho
Oh my goodness gracious, yo Bido, check it out G He he, yooo [Bushwick Bill] I met this freaky thing, Juanita Madlock She had a gat, big juicy fat cock She thought that she was too much for me to deal with Told her kick off her shoes, unpeel bitch You can't deal with this dick from Bushwick You said that, talk was cheap and her pussy was deep It's not the size of the shit but the motion of the open So there's nothin to be provin, bitch, get to movin And rub my nuts, cause it's soothin And don't be too rough, cause I'ma kick you in your stuff She was goin strong, I had it goin on With ease, I eased, her panties to her knees Protectin myself, with the rubber-tussin But the son of a bitch kept bustin I was bumrushin, dick hard as trig Man them lambskins don't come too big [Chorus] They don't come too big I know, I know, they don't come too big - HA! They don't come too big I know, I know, they don't come too big - YES [Bushwick Bill] People hear my jams cause they slammin And ask who in the fuck do I think I am? It's Bushwick, to you Mr. B Talk that he got his shit, now I'm put ya out your misery Yeah that's right, step the fuck back And don't be callin me no motherfuckin Bushwack It's Bushwick, you dick-suckin tricks I oughta kick your ass cause your brain don't click Witcha wanna be cool-ass, fool-ass Act like you never enrolled within a school class Huffin and puffin, wanna fight, makin angry sounds A nigga weighin two-hundred ninety-seven pounds But I laughed, that's a small task Told him run on up, nuttin said, nuttin asked Cause I, never renegged on pullin the trig' You ho motherfuckers don't come too big [Chorus] [Bushwick Bill] Back to Juanita, the peter eater This bitch swallowed my sperm by the 2-liter She said that my dick tasted much sweeter yeah Baby who knows her pose, bend over touch your toes And close your mouth fore a minute Before I end up stickin my dick in it And you can't handle that, it's too massive Girl I fuck around and block your wind passage Bang bang, I was doin my thang And the way I swang that bitch couldn't hang I, made the bitch do, yoga I, rocked the boat, tipped the boat over Fired up a cig, grabbed the gin, took a swig Stuck my dick in, and I dug, can you dig? I was runnin through that ass like an 18-wheeler rig I let them hoes know they don't come too big, check it [Chorus x2: w/ ad libs] [ad libs to fade] |
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See, most of my life I never had shit
I felt like an outcast, treated like a misfit Damn near didn't make it on my day of birth Thinking was I really supposed to be on this planet earth I take a deep breath, and then another follows Cos hardship is kinda hard to swallow See, it's rough bein a loner Not knowin any given day and time I could wind up a goner See, people got it bad from jump street And bein short is just another strike against me I used to get funny looks cos I was small And tryin to make it was like runnin through a brick wall Given the odds I was up against, bro The average nigga woulda quit a long time ago But now I've got a record out I'm doin shows, people payin to see me turn it out Now I'm the spice around town It's funny how an album can change a nigga's life around I got friends and bitches on my dick But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick Sometimes I don't know a friend from a foe And every different day it's a different fuckin hoe And now that my pockets are gettin bigger I'm meetin hoes who only wanna juice a nigga They tell me that they love me and all that But really they just wait for me to fall flat So they can get me for my income Take me for all I got, and then some Like Trina, you dig I fucked up and got too attached to the bitch's kid Knowin that she used the baby to use me Took him out my life, mentally abusin me But as the time went by I got another slimmy And she was just like the first one screamin gimme But not in the exact same way She had a different type of game she liked to play Her name was Crystal, she played the quiet type And for a little while shit seemed alright But just like the first hoe, homie When shit got hectic the bitch broke out on me And it's gettin outta hand, gee Cos nobody seems to understand me Reminiscin got me feelin kinda low I broke out the Ever-Clear and then I drunk some mo' Until it was all gone Now I'm lookin for somebody to take my pain out on But not just anybody, gee I'ma take that on to Mica cos she's the closest to me Full of that Ever-Clear and high on that buddah Get to the house all I'm thinkin bout is shootin her Cos shootin her would be sweet But you know what'd be sweeter? if I make her shootin me Call me crazy, but that's what I'm thinkin I'm trippin from all that smokin weed and drinkin But I knew she wouldn't do it on her own, so I provoked her Punched her, kicked her, and chocked her She still wouldn't grab the gun And at that time I wasn't thinkin about no one Damn near crazy I went and grabbed the baby Held him by the door and said i'ma throw his ass out, hoe She went to cryin, somebody stop him I said: you better grab the muthafuckin gun or i'ma drop him She snatched the baby out of my hands We started fighting, punching, scratching, and biting When we fell on the bed, check this shit All kinds of crazy shit was goin through my head So I ran and got the gun and came back to her Loaded it up and handed the gat to her I grabbed her hand and placed the gun to my eye muscle She screamed stop and then we broke into another tussle Yo, durin the fight the gun went off quick Damn! aw shit, I'm hit (Aw... my eye, I can't see Why you shot me in the eye? I woulda shot you in the body Why you shot me in the eye?) Ridin in the ambulance everything is hectic I can't get a grip, I just can't check this Everybody's cryin, could it be I'm dyin Bullet in my head, in the bed was lyin Where's Mica? I wanna tell her I love her With an [ ] in my arm I took a picture for an album cover Goddamn, the shit's a trip, gee Five different doctors with needles tryin to stick me I hear my family hollerin he needs us Durin the confusion, man, I seen jesus My mom's on the phone long-distance from New York Here comes the doctors again tryin to rip me apart I got a monkey on my back, I can't shake it I'm havin suicidal thoughts hopin that I don't make it But I'ma make it cos something's steady urgin me Five hours passed, I made it through surgery And the doctor said I wouldn't make it through the night But god told me everything is gonna be alright And I'm glad that I'm here, gee But it's fucked up I had to lose an eye to see shit clearly Aw man, I made it I made it And everyone gets to hear my story I made it But don't try this at your home Learn from my mistakes Kick the beat in, Bido |
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[VERSE 1]
Money, money, money, muthafuckin green Reach inside my pocket, I don't feel it, and I wanna scream Nigga, give it up, cause I want every penny in your pocket And your ass is goin down if you tell me you ain't got it I gotta make a profit in that Nickel Ward Cause I ain't with bein broke and times are gettin hard I pull the gat and hit the boulevard huntin for a victim Catch him slippin, pop the clip in, and then I get him When in mama's womb I was doomed, destined for poverty And no nigga in the ghetto about to win a lottery So what does it bother me to knock a nigga off? I'm educated, in a robbery, bitch, I'm the boss Mr. Lawman is quick to call this action a crime Because they can't tax robbery, they don't get a dime Everything'd be fine if I was working 9 to 5 But I can't get that kinda job, I ain't 5 ft. high Since they don't realize that my size ain't shit I'm gonna gaffle em and baffle em until my bank gets To the maximum, I get the gat then i'm after them fast Goin for bad, goin from copper to cash Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all [VERSE 2] When I started writin lyrics it was like a religion to me Cause when I seen the mic, you're fuckin right, I was kickin it, gee Knew that it was somethin that was gonna last a lifetime When I pushed my homework aside so I could write rhymes I sat in class hypnotized, my mind in a daze Pretendin Bushwick Bill rippin up a stage But back in the days Little Bill was soft as jello And hard work pays, now I'm the hardest muthafucka in the ghetto I assured I got the rhymes that was popular at times But I hadn't got my name on the dotted line I couldn't pay the dime, mama worked parttime It made me so mad, I sat down and wrote hard rhymes I ??? cause I couldn't pay the fee Then my boy gave me a ki, in a week I made a g Pretty soon I was laughin in a mansion makin profits Puttin half in the bank, keepin half in my pockets Cops were hopin, cops were hopin they could get me net They be promoted to a captain for the big arrest I wasn't slippin, I was givin the blues the blues Cause I refused to lose, I grabbed the booze and cruised Up the avenue, laughin at the people in school Cause they broke as a muthafucka talkin bout a golden rule You're sayin I'm a fool for droppin out I'm makin millions, well daddy, what you're talkin bout? I remember scrapin up pennies for the 4-double oz's Now my refigerator's full of Olde E I used to only rap on the schoolyard Now I'm in the studio droppin lyrics too hard I took the road to the riches in a dash Left my competators at last, they run from copper to cash Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all [VERSE 3] A lotta people didn't think that it could happen They all started laughin when I told em I'd be rappin But now I'm cashin in big checks from the Rap-A-Lot Bill's gettin paid, now it's my turn to laugh a lot I live the life that a lotta niggas dream of I sit back and smoke cess in a steam tub I got bitches and bitches and bitches and bitches And more bitches on my dick, they like the size of my pockets But I ain't cuttin for a stinky piece of pearl tongue She makes a move for my wallet, and the girl's hung Cause when you're broke, you're a joke, but when you get cash Them muthafuckin stink hoes want half So all of you funky-ass hoes can kiss My Geto-Boy-midget-mind-of-a-lunatic- Fuck-a-war-can't-be-stopped-size-ain't-shit- Other-level-rap-a-lot-copper-to-cash-dick But if you just wanna fuck me Yeah aight, aight, you can suck a nigga's Chuckie Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all |
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(Do you have any idea who you're talkin to?)
[VERSE 1] The name of the game is gettin paid, gettin paid is the name But there's some niggas out there doin some fucked up things You shot another nigga for nothin If I'ma shoot a muthafucka I'ma shoot his ass for somethin Asked him did he have some money, he said no He said the reason he shot him cause he was a straight up hoe The nigga stepped to you and you wasn't goin for it So you killed him and got shit to show for it Before you was a broke muthafucka, check it But now you'se a broke muthafucka with a murder record Did a killin just to prove you was a down nigga But any nigga can pull the muthafuckin trigger If you wanted to prove you can go You shoulda put the muthafuckin gun away and went toe to toe But you'se a hoe, you couldn't go, so you shot first Send another nigga ridin away in a hearse And the judge gave you life on your first offense But if it don't make dollars, man, then it don't make sense [VERSE 2] I'm standin on the corner, tryin to feel my money clip Hopin that one of these geekers don't start to trip From down the street comes Baby G The muthafucka always wants somethin for free The nigga asked me to see a dime Dig it, I had the feelin I was gonna get jacked all the time He snatched my dimes and tried to make the block I squeezed my trigger and let off six or seven shots Been knowin G ever since he was a little baby He started smokin and the muthafucka went crazy Man, I hate it had to end that way But fuckin with my money, G, you know I don't play Why can't you fools just take a hint Cause if it don't make dollars, man, it just don't make sense [VERSE 3] He wants to be a big man, got everybody thinkin he's in control Out there frontin just to impress them hoes Talkin like he got it goin on so much Not knowin he was settin himself up Claimin he's the biggest on the block Say he's movin ki's when he's really sellin rocks Big talk from a small time sucker Got everybody watchin him, includin them undercovers Got them white folks thinkin he's a kingpin And they wanna send his ass to the federal pen All that talk got his ass thrown smooth in jail Now he's tryin to tell the truth, about how much he sells But them white folks ain't even listenin, gee To them you're just one more nigger off the street They gave him cases he ain't have nothin to do with And now he realize his frontin don't pay shit Now all he can do is reminisce Cause if it don't make dollars, fool, it just don't make sense |
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( VERSE 1 )
I got a letter from the muthafuckin Ku Klux Klan, man They say they wanna give us a helping hand With pulling that goddamn trigger And killin off 4'000 other niggers Since 1975 Yeah, that's how many of us died And these peckerwoods ain't frontin Cause they know that we're killin each other over nothin Steady givin em the power Cause we're fightin each other over streets that ain't even ours Cause we wanna be slingers And oh yeah, congratulations to all you gangbangers Cause everytime you pop one Might be killin a future black lawyer or doctor, son Or a future black businessman That the white man has to compete with in the end We're havin fun with the gun Wipin out our next black generation to come Cause we don't listen And that's why niggas get the most time in prison Cause they judge is on their payroll And day by day steady gainin mo' control They got us up against the ropes A letter from the Ku Klux Klan to us black folks ( CHORUS 1 ) Will a East Coast brother ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Will a West Coast brother ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Would a brother up north ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Would a brother down south ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) ( VERSE 2 ) They're claimin that they're winnin And pretty soon they'll go back to rapin our women Cause they'll be at home alone Cause they figure all us niggas'd be gone So gangbangers, keep up the good work, guys Cause they love to read about the drive-by's How we kill our family and friends They love to hear how many niggers died over the weekend Because they don't need us But for now they can tolerate these niggers with jungle fever And it's a disgrace Cause they're helpin them further break down the black race Till we can't fight And if they keep it up, all of our black kids'll be white And we can ?wait for it or dispise? Because we're too blind to open our damn eyes And all our dreams go up in smoke A letter from the KKK to us black folks ( CHORUS 2 ) Will a 5th Ward brother ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Would a South Park brother ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Will a Northside brother ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Would a Southside brother ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) ( VERSE 3 ) And all you gangbangers they say they don't love ya But they can appreciate they way that you slaughter Other muthafuckas in the street Killin up a different gang of niggas every muthafuckin week Makin the graveyards bigger You're doin a wonderful job eliminatin us niggas Without our men our women can't reproduce Unless of course we let the white man shoot his juice And then it'll be over, brother Thanks to our helping commitment to kill each other And we can't go out like that So we gotta reload that gat And hunt down that white ghost And get to ?waste? their muthafuckin ass from coast to coast Cause I'm a fool on the trigger, I like to pull it I'm sendin that muthafuckin letter back with a bullet Bang-bang, there you have it Now I'm just waitin for you prejudiced muthafuckas to grab it So you can see what I'm talkin about Then you can see which goddamn race gets wiped out Cause Bushwick's fed up with you hoes And you can keep your fuckin letter ( CHORUS 3 ) Will Malcolm X ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Would Martin Luther King ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Would Farrakhan ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) Would Mandela ever go for that shit? (Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go) |
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[30 second skit to start the song]
Yo Bill, what in the fuck you doin here? [Bushwick Bill] Aww shit I woke up on the wrong side of bed today Lookin for some homo sapiens to slay Lost in panicked thoughts, damn Frantic killings constantly, now I'm sought Wanted, but I give a fuck, fool I'm the hunter not the hunted Bushwick the name Geto Boy executioner Terminator, murder revolutioner Street stalker, causer - of metamorphosis Late night rapes, body found in a forest No clues left behind, a fool from the darkside Continous killings, many unsolved homicides No ordinary kid, got a top and no lid holes Kidnappin child, {?} permanently dispose The controversy falls around Bushwick's a hacksaw Command gland slayin, with no flaws When death knocks on your door and wants to come in Time to pay up MOTHERFUCKERS, these are the wages of sin [Interlude 1] Yo Bill, I come to get you out of this motherfucker Now I want you to come over here, it's okay And tell Dr. Lumbar, how good you really feelin ow [Bushwick Bill] PARANOID! Sittin in a deep sweat Thinkin, I gotta fuck somebody before the weekend The sight of blood excites me Shoot you in the head, sit down and watch it bleed to death I hear the sound of your last breath Shouldn'ta been around, I went all the way left You was in the right place for me at the wrong time I'm a psychopath in a minute lose my fuckin mind Calm down, back to reality Don't fear death cause I know that was promised to me Flashes, I get flashes of Jason Gimme a knife and many lives I'm wastin The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck Pussy play Superman, your ass'll get boxed up Put him in a straightjacket, the man's sick This is what goes on in the mind of Bushwick [Interlude 2] Aww shit, man you done fucked up You done scared the shit out of that doctor Now that shit you told the lawyer, I don't wanna hear Man tell me exactly how that bitch set herself up [Bushwick Bill] Lookin through her window, now my body is warm She's naked, and I'm a peeping tom Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinking rape Shouldn'ta had her curtains open, so that's her fate Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch Whipped out my knife said if you scream I'm cuttin Opened her legs and commenced to fuckin She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose Then slit her throat and watched her shake 'til her eyes closed Had sex with the corpse before I left her And drew my name on the wall like Helter Skelter Run for shelter never crossed my mind I had a gauge, a grenade, and even a nine Dial 911 for the bitch But the cops say shit when they're fuckin with Bushwick [Interlude 3] You know Bill, this is a bunch of Shirley Temple bullshit And I know you'd rather be hated for what you are Than loved for what you not So the thing you have to do, is tell these motherfuckers, who you are [Bushwick Bill] I'm Bushwick Bill, but call me Chuckwick! Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and fuck me Cause I'm known to pull your skull out Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin eyes out I'm insane by a longshot hey Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre A short nigga with some long nuts Drop you dead in your bed, now I'm ready for a long fuck Necromance that ass for a minute And split that motherfuckin clit when I'm finished You punk bitches be retreatin, check it Freddie and Jason runnin home with they mouths bleedin So welcome to the slaughterhouse champs Fifth Ward Texas, Chuckwick concentration camp You punk motherfuckers fled And those who didn't make it got two to the fuckin head! [Outro] My nigga, my nigga Boy you let your nuts hang to the floor Now let's blow this motherfucker up, and G.O. [BOOM] |
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