Ladies and gentlemen Ladies and gentlemen Here's the new shit I'm on, we can all get along But if ya step to me wrong, I'm gonna bang ya like a gong And I don't need a gang to do it, I creep solo Beat ya till ya dead, put out ya freakin' head That's how I do because I'm sick like dat And you'll get kicked like dat if ya fakin' the funk I got a trunk full of beats and a head full of rhymes I got stains on my sheets from all the good times That I spent with ya Hookers, some were good lookers And some were just stunts after too many hlunts Ya got ya arm around ya girl but don't make me laugh kid Gettin' steam pressured, your girl's schemin' on the grafted Jail faced Celt, backed up, catch a welt From the buckle of my belt, now tell me how that felt Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit I'm on some Milky, I don't care shit I don't care It's the return of the livin' dead, put all concerned to bed I'm alive and kickin', ask any girl I'm stickin' Back once again, I never shot no heroin Or hit the glass pipe, ass wipe Stop the rumor, I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon I'll leave your shit all swollen Get off my dick 'cuz thick is how I'm rollin' The Soul Assassainator'll get ya open like a creator I'm down with psycho vader 'cuz I'm flava' like a plate a' Corn beef and cabbage, I'm a savage on the set Don't do nuthin' you'll regret Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water I'm out for slaughter, cops lock up your daughter Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit I'm on some Milky, I don't care shit I don't care I rock it page style 'cuz freed damaged ya If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya We got the FunkDoobie in the house with the Mickey Mouse I spot a hooker then I'm runnin' up in ya blouse I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft I got around in my chamber and the safety's off Pullin' on the trigger, ain't nuthin' brave But I'm a sick fucker like a red-neck trucker And I just might buck ya down, you're starin' down my barrel So ya jump around, ya try to get away But I'm too quick to pull, so don't try to gas me Punk, my tank's full, I ain't got the time I don't need the fuel, punk we can duel I'll take ya ass to school then break down the lesson Here's the pop quiz, I gets Top Billin You can ask Giz Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit Ooh, I'm on some of the over there shit I'm on some Milky, I don't care shit I don't care © MCA MUSIC PUBLISHING; WB MUSIC CORP.; IRISH INTELLECT MUSIC; SOUL ASSASSIN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com