(Fredro Starr)If the heat is on, I gotta freeze up by a nigga
Shitty hit da fans from da hands, sqeeze da trigga
ATAK OF DA BAL-HEDZ! sleep if ya wanna
Bets is burned it's a bitter shit than be a donor
Bichasniguz not respective, but rejectic
Move on 'em, move on 'em, things are get hectic
So watch ya pockets, hold your hoes
Ya get hurt up, that's da word up
Fuckin' with Fre-dro understand, GODDAMN!
Who the hell is that little ass man?!
The kid with da scamps, balhead like ya jams
Shootin' at the stands, no time to greet the fans
Ain't nothing worse than the bichas wich as, nigga that's bakin'
Lies for tichin', try to run the nut for scratchin' stop itchin'
Wishin' perhaps, I play tha right guard, tryin' in yards, but I'ma hit ya with sacks!
Two to da temple, straight to da brain, so simple and plain
Ain't a muthafuckin' thing changed,
But a hole in ya muthafuckin' tank, I would like to thank:
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga,
My nigga, nigga, nigg-aaa!
(Chorus)Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!
Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!
Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!
That's da word up, you get hurt up!
Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!
Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!
Bichasniguz I'ma had to pull ya skirt up!
That's da word up, you get hurt up!
(Big DS)Big DS! I put a hole in ya chest, grab ya by da neck
I hit you with da Tec, Onyx in affect, WE ALWAYS COME CORRECT!
Smack tha taste out ya muthafuckin' mouth!
Big DS, I show ya what it's all about
DANGER, DANGER! DANGER, DANGER!
It's all about anger, the nigga bitch banger!
(Chorus)(Sonsee)I be with the crazy criminals on da Pristal Projects
We beat down whoever we suspect,
The fake moves, fake plays da bichas,
Ya joints, is that a death you choose
Make a bitch nigga silent, as a bad case of strep throat
Wild crazy klepto, keepin' em on petto!
Drunk kids on the block gettin high with da rocks
When the time at the club, I knock 'em right on every bucks
That's my word! I heard a flix city kid, or I heard from the suburbs
Bullets can't discriminate, so I won't either
Make ya holier than a bible, if you're not a believer
Diss your words dream, when you face my team
Been a bitch nigga over like the House of Pain
People scream, when I get you I say: "Gimme that bitch assilation"
Through with pass, get you a cash, or a ditch fast(Onyx)
Ain't nuthin' worse than a bitch ass nigga!
Ain't nuthin' worse than a bitch ass nigga!(Sticky Fingaz)Move back MUTHAFUCKAZ, the Onyx is here!
My name is Sticky Fingaz, I'm the nigga in ya nightmare
Forget da crowd cheer, I live of fears, it's the beast in me!
You get the music couldn't sue me
And I take more than you wanna diss try 'em all
Say, I wrote the rhyme, but it's da weed talkin'
ALL YA BICHASNIGUZ BEST JUST KEEP WALKIN'!
Plus spit in ya face, Onyx is da master racin'
Nothin' sweared about me G, substain a child's place
With God as my witness, I broke the law
The have bitch ass niggaz in jail washin' my drawers
Hit da floors, and do crazy calisthenics
Then when they try to flip they take a trip to the paramedics
Cause ain't nuthin' worse than a bichasnigga!
Talkin' lot of shit, throw a punch and run
I have blood on my knife, and a body on my gun
So listen up son, don't act wild
Or I'll cramp your style with a bullet and a smile
Cause ain't nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
Ain't nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
Ain't nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
Ain't nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
Ain't nuthin worse than a bichasnigga!
That's the WORD up, you get HURT up!
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