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