[Intro: Yukmouth & Knumskull]
Nigga, what's hap'nin?
Who we got in here?
Nigga, ain't this the last album
Fuck that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth
Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out
[Hook: Yuk & Richie]
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me
Hear ya
[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
Well it's the run of the mill nigga
The Vill niggas, that spill niggas guts to the fullest
Fill niggas up wit bullets
Kill niggas, Yuk don't bullshit
An I pull licks if I have to, no laughter
Or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya
When it's the wig split
Come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo
Cuz ya fuckin either two
Of yo baby ma'mas
Got em on camera
Doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her
Bootsy hole
Fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis
Niggas better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an
Automatic
So crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs
Then a see-saw
Sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla
Who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala
Balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee
Might be off the 40 cuz I'm OG like Ice-T
Ya dig?
Nigga, what's hap'nin?
Who we got in here?
Nigga, ain't this the last album
Fuck that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth
Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out
[Hook: Yuk & Richie]
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me
Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us
T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me
Hear ya
[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
Well it's the run of the mill nigga
The Vill niggas, that spill niggas guts to the fullest
Fill niggas up wit bullets
Kill niggas, Yuk don't bullshit
An I pull licks if I have to, no laughter
Or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya
When it's the wig split
Come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo
Cuz ya fuckin either two
Of yo baby ma'mas
Got em on camera
Doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her
Bootsy hole
Fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis
Niggas better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an
Automatic
So crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs
Then a see-saw
Sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla
Who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala
Balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee
Might be off the 40 cuz I'm OG like Ice-T
Ya dig?
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