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Now USDhort! I know you didn't think that s**t was over,
you little ugly as* nigg*!
Too USDhort...
Nothin' can save ya
Aint no love, USDhort (4x)
Now mickity mic down
Guns out, mothafkas
Lowin' the holes
It's the kid from the gutter
Punks get on tapes
And they sound so real
But real don't get in court and squeal
Yeah, regard all that punk as* Racia s**t
Got on the stand and ran your mouth
Like a b*tch, little snitch
Pooh-Man did it! Pooh-Man did it!
He made me with it!
Court is in session, USDhort
And you've been indicted
Hoe trusta Oakland busta
And you gets no love from the gutter
See we remember when you had to have
A baserock cawy and a nice hot bath
Smokin' and chokin', Sir Too USDhort
Just thinkin' about the day before
See you never shouldn't fk
With the real killa
I goes deep on you dopefiend nigg*
Got on the mic and called me a punk
And funk is what you want
So there it is, junk
Dirty, tired, fked around
And get my foot off in his ass
Let's hood ride, mob, fk talkin' bad
No punk lets me check myself, partner
I ain't gonna bust ya
I rather ride up and drop ya
But the rappin' is weak s**t
And I'm down with this street s**t
And you aint s**t but a weak b*tch
The ugliest nigg* in rap
Try to cap on the nigg*
From the mothafkin' hood
So when I see you it's all good
Too USDhort...
Nothin' can save ya
Aint no love, USDhort (4x)
Ant Banks: read this...
I boarded to your as* last year
But you didn't hear me dough
It's 94 and Banks need a little more
Lips lookin' hell of luscious
Digidy down goes my zipper
nigg*, you can suck this
And you must like slurpin' d*cks
Because you ridin' on USDhort's tip
Like a jockin' little b*tch
Ridin' around in your too-USDhort-hand-me-down
I left the Dangerous Crew
And that's why you're clownin' now
The bigidy Banksta aint no gigidy gigidy gangsta
When the truth comes out you aint s**t but a pranksta
Try to hang in my hood lookin' out of place
With that blank as* look on your face:
(What should I do? What should I do?)
Now get in where you fit in, chunk
Cant hang on the block
Cause you aint s**t but a punk
So I aint givin' no rule
To assume you want some mothafkin' funk
Then bring it to the crew
So bring it on if your as* wanna trip
And to this hollow-tip, b*tch
Blast that ass, yes I would
Cause on the streets, nigg*, it's all good
Too USDhort...
Nothin' can save ya
Aint no love, USDhort
Beep, beep, beep
Oh, there goes my pager
And it's your b*tch, yo, I think I best to fade her
Took her to the motel parking lot
Little light skinned b*tch got just a little too hot
it's goin' down, pannies comin' off
Another tramp b*tch got automatically toasted
I think you found out and got jealous
Cause I was diggin' your b*tch
And runnin' back tellin' all the fellas
But you took her home
And wanted to marry the b*tch
I would dig her in this, mister
And bury the b*tch
Stop spendin' all your cash and fix your teeth
USDhort Dog must like bein' ugly
Came at a nigg* wrong
Little cavity creep walkin' around with Nikes on
b*tch as* nigg* aint got no heart
Be ready to finish anythin' your punk as* started
Cause I did funk with the best
So when you ridin' in your lexus
nigg*, put on the vest
And stay the fk out my hood
Cause death is a factor and it's all good
Too USDhort...
Nothin' can save ya
Aint no love, USDhort (4x)