I Guess It Gotta Give Them



Headaches Over Head Then Your Beat Breaks



Lyrics Modum Only Cause You Rode 'em To My Scrotum



Hoping Makes A Pretty Penny, If Any, One Of Many, We're Coming Through



Smacking Ya Wit Something We Seen In Street Fighter II



Big D's Like E Honda, Bite Like Blancka, Or Flip Ms. Chun Li Best Be



Easy Baby



You'll Get The Fair Fist From The Figure Only Get O Sopranoes



Get Dismantle, Too Hot To Handle, I Am



Grunt Fiddle Hawk When I Talk



Then I Speak In Ahlf Porturican Brother From New York



Or I'll Smack You Wit A ?corlota Coat Hero?



You Didn't Figure Nigga I'll Smoke Ya



Sharp Duck, I'm Running Amuck



I Jock It For The Mic, ?coov? I Give Less Than A Fuk



Peeping, I'll Freak It Then Speak It Across The Border



Now Troublemakers And We're Not Taking Your Orders



The Water, Don't Wanna Be Deceived



I'm Bucking Some Change, Now I Feel Fuking Naive



'Cause I'm Living My Day Beat In The City Of Scum



I'm In A Different One Daily And It's Yours, That's The One



That Got Drop, Crooked Cop Shoot Your Shots



Putting Technically Emphetic, You People Are Plops



Now That I Go Pass Go, I Don't Know, Yo, Bro



I Feel Like I'm Still In The Ghetto



(chorus)



Put Me In A House On The Hill(still In The Ghetto)



Hit Me Till My Tanks On Filled(still In The Ghetto)



Get Me A Job So I Don't Have To Rob, Why Do I Wanna Kill(Still In The



Ghetto)



Now Bust It, Sit Back, I'm Bout To Rip It



Trust It, The Styles Like Lusted



And Wicked, Loosely, Who Me I'm Groovy



I Saw Fritz The Cat When It Was In The Fuking Movies



'Cause I Go Back Like Pitching Pennies On A Project Step



One Of Five When The Bullet Fly Live



When A Rebel Pulled A Car