Lyrics
Yo,
When we cum thru da block, we harass the rest/
We on top of da game, as we suprass the best/
Hold ta flex, while I work wit dissin/
Cuz I cut dicks like you, like a circumision/
Wut you want me ta say, wut I spray, I meant it/
Wen it cums ta girls, I get in ta dere mouths like dentists/
Come on God, da tec's will spray ya/
While I get in ta girls ass's like toliet papa/
I hate you niggas. so ima floor ya once/
My shells aint chicken pox, you can catch it more than once/
I spit led, eat dough, ta shit bread/
Cuz yall dudes is pussy, n ma bullets is dickheads/
Hate da Kidd, ima say you mental/
Convert guns ta Buddhisim, ta pray at ya temple/
Bring out da nines, you cood bet its over/
Bullets like shampoo, cuz it'll hit ya Head N Shoudlers/
Im ready ta go, n I'm ready ta flow/
Like sticks in night clubs, ma jewls is ready ta glow/
Try ta blow, n ride these man/
Cuz I'll put a red dot on ya head, like the Chinese Flag/
Too bad for yalls, now you heads are pitted/
Against da Kidd, who gets mo head than fitteds/
So conceal ya weight, before I seal ya fate/
Ya CD gets a life-in-prision, cuz theres no relase date/
Its over, so ima kill ya circle/
Get a shell in ya back, like a Nija Turtle/
Confuse ya mind, cuz I stay wit dem tricks/
Like ya average mexican dogg, I stay wit dem bricks/
Stay wit dem hits, as I put stakes on em/
Wit bullets dat fly, like dey got capes on em/
I spray shit, n weigh it, you know you hate this/
Dat da Kidd himself, got mo green than Matrix/
Mutha Fucka..
It's over now, ima speak da truth/
With a fire-proof suit, ima heat da booth/
I got bombs at dawn, n guns at noon/
A type of a Kidd, who gets mo tounge than spoons/
Its over dogg, so jus rewind ya life/
N Fuk 23, cuz im the Wizard behind the Mic (Mike)/
Who got punchlines, ima sit on the throne/
Put ma dick in her tone, n make a split in ya dome/
Put a clip in ya bone, n try ta beat mines/
I walk around, wit nines the size of street signs/
Im kinda tipsy, so please lift me home/
I'm mo harder ta get past, than Kidney Stones/
Mix black wit white, now you mingilin roots/
I got tree's on me, like a pair of Timberland boots/
So with that, ima diminsh the cost/
Jus flip the switch, n imma finish it off/
Mutha Fucka..
