Bushwick Bill

[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

[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]

[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

(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

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]

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

( 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)

[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...

[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]

[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

And um...
Look, listen and observe
As we all pay close attention um..

[Bushwick Bill]
Look into my eyes
Or should I say my eye
And nigga ya see just why
This can afraid to die
Ever since birth I've been givin' the short hand
It didn't hurt but it made me a smart man
And I kept my guards up, my head tight, my shit
Cocked, my heart stoned
The red light, my lips locked
Talking ain't squashin', nigga where I'm from
Nigga if you want some grab your gatt please
And I'ma handle all your petty shit
Before you ever get to make it to your pump, you already lit
I spit round after round after round
Everybody hit the ground
Lookin' at death 'till my last slug
I show ya hoes what this drama is
Bring your family round this killa
And I'm peelin' all ya mama's kids
The more love, the more blood
Bitches rat-a-tat-tat on that hat 'till there's no slugs
That they nothin' but a five letter word to me
And it's gonna be like that 'till somebody grab their
Gatt and try to murder me
Nigga, I don't give a fuck
If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
It's the land of the lost
Slip one time, and ya bound to pay the cause
Nigga...
Now as I walk through the alley, I feel the shadow of death
My mind's on murder, my hand's on the tech
Whether Black, White, Asian, or Latin
Puerta Rican, never matter once I'm creepin' you know
Whats hapnin', fool
Kill or get killed, peel or get peeled
Either way those slugs gonna spill
Buck me in my chest, buck me in my head
But you can't kill VonBushman motherfuckas
I'm already dead

(Murder him)Nigga I don't give a fuck
If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
(Murder him)Fool I don't give a fuck
If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
(Can we murder him)Bitch I don't give a fuck
If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
(Straight murder him)Yo I don't give a fuck
If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?

I wake up every day to the agony, sufferin' and sorrow
Tragedies be havin' me too sad to see tomorrows
But I just say "Fuck it", take a deep breath
Get my heat set, and make the streets sweat
I get my kicks off the dodgin' and duckin'
That they do when they see mob through robbin' and buckin'
Once again I'm on a killing spree
I willingly load it and lock it and put them out they misery
If you don't know you better ax' somebody
How I blast these bitches like a black Jon Gotti
Now we find out that your not so slick
As the clock goes (*Tick*)
And the glock goes (*Click*)
I show ya pussies what ya thinkin'
As your body becomes numb from the bullets that I'm blastin'
I ain't scared to get the red in these dreads
Meet me at the crossroads, muthafucka
I'm already dead

(Murder him)Nigga I don't give a fuck
If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
(Shall we murder him)Fool I don't give a fuck
If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
(Can we murder him)Bitch I don't give a fuck
If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
(Straight murder him)Yo I don't give a fuck
If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
(Straight murder him)I don't give a fuck
If anybody killa in here, fool where ya nuts?
(Straight murder him)I don't give a fuck
If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
(Straight murder him)I don't give a fuck
If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts?
(Straight murder him)Fool I don't give a fuck
If anybody killa in here, bitches where ya nuts?

[Bushwick]
Yeah, muthafuckas better watch out
Wolfgang VonBushwicken the Barbarian Bill

[Bushwick Bill]
Yes
We're here to talk about those who
Are considered to be an elected official
Who said it was official that when they was elected
That everything that they dealt with had me in mind
As a human being, as a man
But not as a slave or three fifths human
I have the right to bear arms
What makes you think I respect you?

[VERSE 1: 3D]
Hello Mr. President, residents of the White House, excuse me
I'd like to know, have you ever enjoyed an old-time gangster movie?
With the white man ringin shots on blocks
With their clean shave and pin strip-suits
Bootleggin-whiskey-rapin-black-women-and-havin-a-fat-stack-of-loot
Undercover David Duke, isn't it true
The gangster movement started long before my time
Long before the hair rag, gangster sag
Finger signs and love for nines?
Damn, in your minds and in your hearts
Is the hate really that deep, what's truly goin on?
Knockin me for the words I write
For writin movie scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone

[Bushwick Bill]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves, and rapists
Kennedy, his dad was a bootlegger for Al Capone
Became President
Isn't it evident
That those who sit in the residence
Are not president?

[VERSE 2: 3D]
Now why you wanna try to knock me
Cause I'm black, got a gat
Twist my hat and all, listen to Mr. Scarface
Think about the way the government wants to hold us back
As a matter of fact
I believe the whole system is a huge crime scene
And everyday they're doin the dirty work
And layin it on us niggas, if you know what I mean
So don't corrupt your own minds foolin yourself
Tryin to lay it on the black man
I'm a young gee tryin to leave poverty
With a gat in my black hand
So white heathen, taken straight out of
The crate of a mouth of a babe
Yeah, a honkey can't stop what a honkey started
And the ghetto's what you honkeys made

[Bushwick Bill]
That's right, sittin up there in the White House
With your homosexual mentalities and female persuasions
Yeah, I'm talkin to all the J. Edgar Hoovers
That are still left in there
All the big brothers that are watching
I hope you're listenin
Cause the bad shit you put on criminals has made the citizens take control

[VERSE 3: 3D]
Now Sergeant hit ya, get with ya
Let's get back to the issue, continue dissin
My way of livin, so a little nigga like me
Gots to go and dish ya this mission
Hopin that the message that I'm sendin
Gets through to you and your people
Devil, look at your own dirty past
Before you come to me with your blue-eyed evil
If I kill 30 innocent, would you write
A movie about me and spare
My life, or would you lock me up with triple life
And strap me down in the electric chair?
See, it's not about the sign I throw up
Or where I roam, or what a nigga wear
See cracker, it's all about respect for your hood
Your clique, and all of those whose pain with you share

[Bushwick Bill]
That's right, pain
The pain that I feel
Is the pain from shame
The shame that you've caused me
For over 400 years of protection
The pain that I have within me
The rage that is flaming
Makes me wanna say the things that I say
Do the things that I do
And let you know
That when you look at me
Or look down at me
Or look across from your side of the world to my side
That what you have failed to realize
Is that you've put me in projects
I realize it was an experiment
So when you put me in jail
I realize I just made it through the millions
I'm just another rat that made my cheese
And you couldn't stand it
But what can all the big cats do
When all the rats wanna get fat
But try to cut down on the cheese
What you don't realize is that you're jerkin yourself
Killin your own existence
You're all walking dead men, and don't know it
With book sense and street sense
If you had street intelligence
You would really know
That you're one footstep between life and death
That the mouth is a open grave
And you've offered me the right to elect you to a bullet
Which is a straight shot to the top, right?
And what goes up must come down
That's why it's goin down right now
You can smell the smoke
See the flames
And see the bodies that are left on the ground
Because the flag
Red, white and blue
And the stars from all the years you've whupped me and mines
I still see

[Verse 1:]
Every now and then I stop to think about my life
Wonderin' if it's even worth this stressin tryin' to strive
All I ever do is get high everyday
Even fuck my girl then I sleep the rest away
I rarely comes out before night I ain't employed
Why should I wake up early in the muthafuckin' morning
All Imma do is smoke a sack of green
And throw 2 or 3 rocks at the penitentiary
No one seems concerned about my world beein'
It seems my life's already ended that's why I'm spendin'
So much time in the 5th ward high as a kite
It's too late for me to try to live my life right
Shit, if I should die today who would really care?
If I should die today who would come and stare?
If I should die today who would carry me?
On my last day above dirt and who would bury me?
Damn...!!

How will I die?
-Homie only God knows
How long will I live?
-Homie only God knows
How will I die?
-Homie only God knows
How long will I live?
Tell me...damn...!!

[Verse 2:]
What is life and just how long will it last?
Will you be happy and satisfied when you've passed?
Will you die young or old and wise?
If you face your killer will there be tears in your eyes?
Will you holler and backscream and crawl?
Will you die like a bitch or stand tall thru it all?
Will you fight if you're givin' the chance?
Or will you ball up like a baby and shit in your pants?
Damn..!
We'll never know until it's your time Loc
You'll never know what you gon do until that ass get smoked
So you can miss me with that tough man trash
Until you're layin' in the streets with hollow tips in that ass
Hot metal to the dome couldn't take me away
I'm talkin' point blank range and I'm still here today
Nobody knows the troubles I've seen
When I lay my head to rest now who could answer me?

How will I die?
-Homie only God knows
How long will I live?
-Homie only God knows
How will I die?
-Homie only God knows
How long will I live?
Tell me...tell me...

[Verse 3:]
I'm in so much pain it hurts my heart to wake up
I've done lost my sense of gain I feel about to brake up
Stress is eatin' and my mind is playin' tricks again
It's tellin' me that I ain't shit
It's tellin' me to quit
In one's words: when I stop to think a kind of agree
Even with one good eye my future's hard to see
The end is rushin' at me homie shit I damned it down
I tries to duck I tries to hide but shit I just can't run
It's like I'm trapped inside this world of mines and just can't win
I'm overcomed by suicidal thoughts but damned that's sin
I need my momma cause she'd be always there by my side
To help me out when I ain't strong enough to make the right
If I die who would teach my sons right from wrong?
If I die who would teach my sons to stand strong?
If I die who would teach 'em nuthin comes for free?
I can't die cause won't nobody teach 'em shit but me
Damn...!!

How will I die?
-Homie only God knows
How long will I live?
-Homie only God knows
How will I die?
-Homie only God knows
How long will I live?
How will I die?
-Homie only God knows
How long will I live?
-Homie only God knows
How will I die?
-Homie only God knows
How long will I live?
Tell me...

(feat. Sherm)

[Intro]
Doctor Wolfgang I heard you was a mastermind of crimes baby
And I'd like you to break it down for me
And have a nigga know about the criminal aspects
And it's subliminal criminal aspect of a brother's life and all that ...
Man, nigga you need to get in, get out and get something
(I need some of that muthafunkin dollarbill)
Nigga what, ain't nobody given me no handouts (break it down for me)
Yeah I'ma tell you how it goes

[Verse 1: Bushwick Bill]
It ain't your average crime, it fits one of mines
I tried to warn 'em at first but I've got to prove it this time
They call me Chuck Wick, the 5th ward, hard crippler
Niggas think I'm the devil, bitches hail me like Hitler
But still, I'm real with these skills that I've mastered
Peelin your caps backwards so I've never been captured
So I'm physically and mentally relentless
I live for the killing, and Chuckie's my accomplice
And me, I'm a psycho coma
Killer with the skills, releasin these tales of drama
That fuck around and sell a million copies still
Motherfucking coppers wanna watch me chill
That lets me know I'm on they brain
So they're never out my range, cause I'm shootin like Danny Ainge
Dumpin two clips minimal, now I'm at your funeral
Should've never fucked with the subliminal criminal

[Chorus]
It's the subliminal criminals at the door
The enemies didn't know they had a loaded 4-4
And he's cockin his Glock, each one is gon' drop
(and your wicked) just can't be stopped

[Verse 2: Sherm]
Well it's Sherm, who dat comin up to the bath, as I rat-tat-tat-tat
Grab yo gat and watch your fucking back
This ain't no ho-gang, bitch, it's on the real
So you best to be packin your steel, or you bitch be getting killed
Jackings and robberies ain't nothin but hobbies
So you best to check your vest and don't be rollin by me sloppy
Cos I'ma jack you, fool I'ma get you
9 millimeter spray hit you bitch and let ya split ya
So knuckle down or motherfucker knuckle up
'Bout to get fucked all that Chucks
So don't push your motherfucking luck
357, 9 millimeter, or the Tec-9 shine
If I see bitch-made pulling next to me I can be goin for mine
Old-school motherfucker, but I'm only 18
Steppin hard for the scene, in '95 you gon' see what I mean
Fillin up the hospital, stressin out my mental
So say what's up to a subliminal criminal

[Outro]
Dr. Wolfgang Von Buschwicken The Barbarian Mother-funky Stay High Dollar Billstir
Is gonna break down what makes up a subliminal criminal
And why it's a white-collar crime
["Subliminal":] below the threshold of conscious perception
Inadequate to produce conscious awareness
["Criminal":] of evolvin or havin the nature of a person
Who has committed or being legally convicted guilty of a crime
It is shameful and disgraceful that you don't know what time it is

[Intro]
There was three little piggies and they all went to the market
And two short motherfuckas, hahaha
Chopped them down, because, uh
One little short motherfucka was born into greatness
Has obtained greatness, because his name is uh

Bushwick, aka Chuck, four foot eight and straight don't give a fuck
I got the strength of six men
With the heart to run up on a muthafucka six ten
I swear, I knows no fear, this labels me a threat
Throats get cut, niggas chests get wet
Some people say I got a short complex, that ain't true
But I got a short fuse so what's next?
Now we could go toe to toe or shoulder to nut
Either way it goes your getting fucked
Cause you trip and try to size me
And that type of shit just inspires me
I don't need no muthafuckin strap
We could get it on cause I feel I got a (?????)
Now you could fuck me up and I'ma still squab
Peelin' more caps than the motherfuckin mob

[Chorus x3]
Who the biggest, little motherfucker you know?
You the biggest, little motherfucka I know

I'm the biggest, little motherfucka you know
You the biggest, little motherfucker I know

Some hoe nigga tried to play me out the box
[Now what you do that for?]
Now I got to knock your ass out
With the one, two jump to the chin
I'll wake your ass up and then knock your ass out again
That's what you get for tryin to test the Chuck black
A back full of dirt and my foot in your ass trick
I can't stand a muthafucka fulla talk
You pull his hoe cord and he can't walk the walk
Don't let your eyes get bigger than your squabble
Thinkin' cause I'm small nigga, you can make me wobble
I got a punch as big as Streisands nose
Running motherfuckas like some panty hose
Shit, it takes two to tango
But one to get his ass kicked
Now I can get in that ass trick
Hitting motherfuckas up, Houston style
5th Ward motherfucker how you like me now?

[Chorus x4]

Now I'm eeny meeny miny fuckin mo
It seems nobody wants to fuck wit Chuck NO MOE!
Ever since I put the weight down
Ever sonce I broke a niggas jaw
Don't nobody wanna play now
First it was all good, and you were smilin
Until I broke your two front teeth, and now your whinin
I told you motherfuckas size ain't shit
I only wear size 5's but I still kick dents
You talk shit and I'ma beat that ass
You come weak and I'ma beat that ass
You play me cheap and I'ma beat that ass
And if cheatin bring ya heat then I'ma heat that ass trick
Don't ever underestimate a nigga with a giant size heart
And king size trigga finger
And don't ever fuck wit Wick
Cause I'm the biggest little motherfucka you know trick

[Chorus x4]

(feat. Bushwick Bill, K.B. & B-Legit)

[B-Legit]
I flip, make hits, and stick like peanut butter
Five g's to the homie my money he didn't stutter
The gutter with the gats, fuck that, we need the lucho
It ain't no in between such things as being neutral
We shoot y'all, answering to me if it's needed
Catch you in the bucket and fuck it we gon feed it
We bleed it, A-K spray and nine milla
You fuckin with a killa for scrilla
Money wanna deala
Peel 'em from the back and fact, you're ass out
Throw you in the trunk, we bump and mash out
We blast out and get the fuck outta dodge
And leave your body corpse parked at the Travellodge
You can't reason with a fool with guns and no brains
Thrown off your balcony get stoned and let's remain
We stressed main, paper come up short
Plus this bitch with my baby tryin to take me to court
I need a new quarter, plus my screws is loose
Makin niggas wanna pour shit down like orange juice
I one two, and slap the fuck outta you
So go on about my business bitch, and do what you do
You like to run shit
Do what you do
You fuck with powder bitch?
Hey yo, do what you do
You turn dyke too
Yeah, do what you do
But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too
If you build a heist
Yo, do what you do
You like to talk the vice?
Do what you do
Speakin on my crew
Nigga, do what you do
But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too

[Bushwick Bill]
Me and two freaks in B-Legit's back seat
F-u-c-k-i-n-g
I got clunkers, cuz you know big Chuck like em plump
Sippin hurricane bumpin slurricane cuz it thumps
In my trunk my pistol grip pump at all times
Kryptonite got me blowed cuz I hit it five times
I got condom on my dick, but my mind is on scrilla
Bitches just respect this nigga Chuck and I'ma killa
Me and my nigga, four hoes, weed, and liquor
Headed to the boat to freak these bitches on the river
And since I'm from the south these hoes showin me love
And B is from the west, he really don't give a fuck
Twenty minutes later, all hell broke loose
Bitches suckin dick and lickin up nut juice
One bitch said she like to eat pussy too
She looked at me, I said shit, bitch, do what you do
Bitch you like suckin dick?
Do what you do
Homie, you like to eat pussy?
Do what you do
Nigga you like bein broke?
Do what you do
Bitch you wanna fuck me, I wanna fuck you too
Nigga you like stealin cars?
Do what you do
Nigga you like bein 'hind bars?
Do what you do
Nigga you don't give a fuck about shit?
Do what you do
Nigga it's fuck Bushwick, well fuck you too