Bichasniguz Onyx

[Verse 1: Fredro]
If the heat is on I gotta freeze a frontin' nigga
Shit'll hit the fan from the hand squeeze the trigger
Attack of the bald heads, sleep if ya wanna
Beds is burned, ya step to this you'll be a goner
Bitch ass niggas not respected but neglected
Move on 'em, move on 'em, things'll get hectic
So watch ya pockets, hold ya, ho
Ya get hurt up, that's the word up, fuckin' with Fredro
Understand goddamn, who the hell is that little ass man?
The kid with the scams for all the tight jams
Shootin' at the stands, sometimes I grease the fans
Ain't nothin' worse than a bitch ass
Or which ass nigga that’s fakin' lies for attention
Try to ride a nut for a scratch so stop itchin'
Wishin' perhaps I play the right guard
Tryin' to gain yards but I'ma hit ya with sacks
Two to the temple straight to the brain
So simple and plain, ain't a mother fuckin' thing change
But a hole in ya motherfuckin' tank
I would like to thank my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, nigga-nigga-nigga

[Chorus: Fredro & Bid DS]
Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up
Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up
Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up
That's da word up, you get hurt up
Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up
Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up
Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up
That's da word up, you get hurt up