stains all he touches I was too late I know, look me over It's too late I know, look me over It's too late I know, look me over But hey, look me over!
bust one time and muthafuckas call the cops on me Thug you don't know me, so don't think y'all finna hold me 'Cuz homie niggas don't know me Back to
The judge'll try to sentence me to 10 I'll never blink He'll change it say I'm psycho And just send me to a shrink 20 months I'm in seclusion and my heads
I'm comin' from a school Where if ah nigga mouth get out we aim tah hit at you Method subliminal I'm The Original That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful I'm
grippin my nine Cause das when it?s over I?m not ya playtoy I?m not ya homeboy I?m not ya fake I?m ya real McCoy boy I?m not dat phony nigga?pretend-a
digits Don't forget it, I'm all about the pimp shit I ain't no sucker with a limp dick Fuck the dumb shit, niggaz they come quick Ninth ward bitches
Intro Straight from the Psycho Ward Once again Verse One: B-Real Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal Lookin' around, paranoid devoid
his padded cell I'm mad as hell, on the trail of the tattle tail I heard a yell the voice sounded familiar "Give me your girlfriend or I'm gonna kill
I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang My bumper
! [Royce Da 5'9"] Slaughter gon' be runnin you over over a century You ain't one of The L.O.X., you don't flow nowhere near me You ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed
off me Back up off me (Feel that motherfucker nigga, feel that) Back up off me, nigga Back up off me My trademark Bitch get off me Bitch get off me
heat 'em up like a motherfucking Newport Left his ass with more holes than a golf course What you thought boy, I'm from that 9th Ward Where them stories
cook a fresh batch Money maker, you makin' money, then show me some Dime pieces, bend it over let me see ya thong Shades on, blacka bodies, I'm in my
you could keep it I'm a 9th Ward nigga and that ain't no secret Want me to cross over, understand, I still lay that I'm over I'm use to capping the hood
feelin me, come get your isha, nigga See, you ain't scaring me, like you some kind of killa See, I done killed two, so look up in my eyes And what you
my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch birdman's (Check out me) Big thighs with brown eyes I'm
block don't know the toys who with 'em Tell ya boy come and get me if I go he goin' with me I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy Ya open
