Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul
Chorus x1:
I know I'm fucking with the wrong nigga
But all I hear is that same old song nigga
Understand my whole life I've been living so poor
I don't want to be a broke nigga no more
Verse1:
I used to roll hard with this nigga back in the days
That nigga benji used to keep me paid in various ways
Showed me how to get the flyest whip and fuck the flyest bitch
And have the neighborhood thugs sweating my dick
Then one day benji asked could he be my shadow
So it was and if you messed with him I let the glocks blow
He was a good shadow got me what I want
A lot of friends a house in the burbs in less than a month
Then said " if you let the right nigga touch me he's gonna want me
And give you anything you want just to fuck me"
I knew just exactly who to go see that fagot o.g.
Been fiending to fuck you ever since he OD'd
I know he used to own me way before I met you
Now he owns my cousin Mary but you know she sweat you
And I bet you wouldn't mind getting your hands on her
Ain't been a nigga born yet who could pass on her
Yeah I want to grab on here hold her tight in my hands
And let her know things is different now I got big plans
Got big scams to get big lans can you see them
Anybody fucking with you I wouldn't want to be them
Chorus x2:
Verse2:
Fucking with mary was the best move I ever made
Now I'm forever paid taking weekend trips to the everglades
I don't got to work her she sell her own shit
Jamaican native rock the see through on that homegrown shit
And love the Homo shit me'nage a' trois and such
But I think she like's getting touched by that nigga Dutch
I never sweat it keep the Johnny Cochran by my waste line
Niggas know his rep so they seldom try to take mines
Mary got the bomb sex any opposition and your death will be a mystery
like the killing of john f kennedy know the remedy I spoke
It's no joke I'll put twelve through your coat four in your throat ugh!
For that cream I'll leave you headless bussing steel 'til I'm leadless
Greedy genie granting your death wish until I'm breathless I'm a be running with the wrong crowd I got the block sown up nigga it's on now
Chorus x2:
Verse3:
It's just another hustle back in the days I used to barely scuffle
Now I'm quick to spit the tech with the muzzle
Broke nigga no mo' squeeze gats in slow mo'
All I got is me so fuck cher and sunny bono
We both know you coming up short you catch the four four
Leave your torso tore from the semi auto
When I me t china seemed to live for me to cop It
She's that fish scale flaky bake me to see the profit
Authentic like my island carpet don't be my target
I know it's cold hearted but you got's to understand
Chorus x2:
I know I'm fucking with the wrong nigga
But all I hear is that same old song nigga
Understand my whole life I've been living so poor
I don't want to be a broke nigga no more
Verse1:
I used to roll hard with this nigga back in the days
That nigga benji used to keep me paid in various ways
Showed me how to get the flyest whip and fuck the flyest bitch
And have the neighborhood thugs sweating my dick
Then one day benji asked could he be my shadow
So it was and if you messed with him I let the glocks blow
He was a good shadow got me what I want
A lot of friends a house in the burbs in less than a month
Then said " if you let the right nigga touch me he's gonna want me
And give you anything you want just to fuck me"
I knew just exactly who to go see that fagot o.g.
Been fiending to fuck you ever since he OD'd
I know he used to own me way before I met you
Now he owns my cousin Mary but you know she sweat you
And I bet you wouldn't mind getting your hands on her
Ain't been a nigga born yet who could pass on her
Yeah I want to grab on here hold her tight in my hands
And let her know things is different now I got big plans
Got big scams to get big lans can you see them
Anybody fucking with you I wouldn't want to be them
Chorus x2:
Verse2:
Fucking with mary was the best move I ever made
Now I'm forever paid taking weekend trips to the everglades
I don't got to work her she sell her own shit
Jamaican native rock the see through on that homegrown shit
And love the Homo shit me'nage a' trois and such
But I think she like's getting touched by that nigga Dutch
I never sweat it keep the Johnny Cochran by my waste line
Niggas know his rep so they seldom try to take mines
Mary got the bomb sex any opposition and your death will be a mystery
like the killing of john f kennedy know the remedy I spoke
It's no joke I'll put twelve through your coat four in your throat ugh!
For that cream I'll leave you headless bussing steel 'til I'm leadless
Greedy genie granting your death wish until I'm breathless I'm a be running with the wrong crowd I got the block sown up nigga it's on now
Chorus x2:
Verse3:
It's just another hustle back in the days I used to barely scuffle
Now I'm quick to spit the tech with the muzzle
Broke nigga no mo' squeeze gats in slow mo'
All I got is me so fuck cher and sunny bono
We both know you coming up short you catch the four four
Leave your torso tore from the semi auto
When I me t china seemed to live for me to cop It
She's that fish scale flaky bake me to see the profit
Authentic like my island carpet don't be my target
I know it's cold hearted but you got's to understand
Chorus x2:
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