, But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! [Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}] (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you
vice-grips to the shwinn's (of the) feet seat pole from when I used to pop a wheely You can get the props if you can top my illy silly wierd old pro rap
you Travel fast, they call me Two-Two I'm too live, my 2 Live Crew'll blind you The boys that wear that white and blue will find you Stuck to the suction
bruise And you refuse to pay respect so you're gonna pay your dues Trust me, you're busted, you're rotten through and rusted You're loud, you act proud
where the MC Don't sit next to me, if your stressing Learned you lesson, I know they are few But you should {still count your blessings} Fuck off you might catch
dubbed Electrifying so you're thinking till they pull the plug You can page all you want, but to them you're just bugging Cuz they ain't tripping on you
Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy Make makin' millions look easy Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me Believe me, before you
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! [Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}] (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you
Electrifying so you're thinking till they pull the plug You can page all you want, but to them you're just bugging Cuz they ain't tripping on you, they
