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[Intro]
There was three little piggies and they all went to the market And two short motherfuckas, hahaha Chopped them down, because, uh One little short motherfucka was born into greatness Has obtained greatness, because his name is uh Bushwick, aka Chuck, four foot eight and straight don't give a fuck I got the strength of six men With the heart to run up on a muthafucka six ten I swear, I knows no fear, this labels me a threat Throats get cut, niggas chests get wet Some people say I got a short complex, that ain't true But I got a short fuse so what's next? Now we could go toe to toe or shoulder to nut Either way it goes your getting fucked Cause you trip and try to size me And that type of shit just inspires me I don't need no muthafuckin strap We could get it on cause I feel I got a (?????) Now you could fuck me up and I'ma still squab Peelin' more caps than the motherfuckin mob [Chorus x3] Who the biggest, little motherfucker you know? You the biggest, little motherfucka I know I'm the biggest, little motherfucka you know You the biggest, little motherfucker I know Some hoe nigga tried to play me out the box [Now what you do that for?] Now I got to knock your ass out With the one, two jump to the chin I'll wake your ass up and then knock your ass out again That's what you get for tryin to test the Chuck black A back full of dirt and my foot in your ass trick I can't stand a muthafucka fulla talk You pull his hoe cord and he can't walk the walk Don't let your eyes get bigger than your squabble Thinkin' cause I'm small nigga, you can make me wobble I got a punch as big as Streisands nose Running motherfuckas like some panty hose Shit, it takes two to tango But one to get his ass kicked Now I can get in that ass trick Hitting motherfuckas up, Houston style 5th Ward motherfucker how you like me now? [Chorus x4] Now I'm eeny meeny miny fuckin mo It seems nobody wants to fuck wit Chuck NO MOE! Ever since I put the weight down Ever sonce I broke a niggas jaw Don't nobody wanna play now First it was all good, and you were smilin Until I broke your two front teeth, and now your whinin I told you motherfuckas size ain't shit I only wear size 5's but I still kick dents You talk shit and I'ma beat that ass You come weak and I'ma beat that ass You play me cheap and I'ma beat that ass And if cheatin bring ya heat then I'ma heat that ass trick Don't ever underestimate a nigga with a giant size heart And king size trigga finger And don't ever fuck wit Wick Cause I'm the biggest little motherfucka you know trick [Chorus x4] |
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[Verse 1:]
Every now and then I stop to think about my life Wonderin' if it's even worth this stressin tryin' to strive All I ever do is get high everyday Even fuck my girl then I sleep the rest away I rarely comes out before night I ain't employed Why should I wake up early in the muthafuckin' morning All Imma do is smoke a sack of green And throw 2 or 3 rocks at the penitentiary No one seems concerned about my world beein' It seems my life's already ended that's why I'm spendin' So much time in the 5th ward high as a kite It's too late for me to try to live my life right Shit, if I should die today who would really care? If I should die today who would come and stare? If I should die today who would carry me? On my last day above dirt and who would bury me? Damn...!! How will I die? -Homie only God knows How long will I live? -Homie only God knows How will I die? -Homie only God knows How long will I live? Tell me...damn...!! [Verse 2:] What is life and just how long will it last? Will you be happy and satisfied when you've passed? Will you die young or old and wise? If you face your killer will there be tears in your eyes? Will you holler and backscream and crawl? Will you die like a bitch or stand tall thru it all? Will you fight if you're givin' the chance? Or will you ball up like a baby and shit in your pants? Damn..! We'll never know until it's your time Loc You'll never know what you gon do until that ass get smoked So you can miss me with that tough man trash Until you're layin' in the streets with hollow tips in that ass Hot metal to the dome couldn't take me away I'm talkin' point blank range and I'm still here today Nobody knows the troubles I've seen When I lay my head to rest now who could answer me? How will I die? -Homie only God knows How long will I live? -Homie only God knows How will I die? -Homie only God knows How long will I live? Tell me...tell me... [Verse 3:] I'm in so much pain it hurts my heart to wake up I've done lost my sense of gain I feel about to brake up Stress is eatin' and my mind is playin' tricks again It's tellin' me that I ain't shit It's tellin' me to quit In one's words: when I stop to think a kind of agree Even with one good eye my future's hard to see The end is rushin' at me homie shit I damned it down I tries to duck I tries to hide but shit I just can't run It's like I'm trapped inside this world of mines and just can't win I'm overcomed by suicidal thoughts but damned that's sin I need my momma cause she'd be always there by my side To help me out when I ain't strong enough to make the right If I die who would teach my sons right from wrong? If I die who would teach my sons to stand strong? If I die who would teach 'em nuthin comes for free? I can't die cause won't nobody teach 'em shit but me Damn...!! How will I die? -Homie only God knows How long will I live? -Homie only God knows How will I die? -Homie only God knows How long will I live? How will I die? -Homie only God knows How long will I live? -Homie only God knows How will I die? -Homie only God knows How long will I live? Tell me... |
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And um...
Look, listen and observe As we all pay close attention um.. [Bushwick Bill] Look into my eyes Or should I say my eye And nigga ya see just why This can afraid to die Ever since birth I've been givin' the short hand It didn't hurt but it made me a smart man And I kept my guards up, my head tight, my shit Cocked, my heart stoned The red light, my lips locked Talking ain't squashin', nigga where I'm from Nigga if you want some grab your gatt please And I'ma handle all your petty shit Before you ever get to make it to your pump, you already lit I spit round after round after round Everybody hit the ground Lookin' at death 'till my last slug I show ya hoes what this drama is Bring your family round this killa And I'm peelin' all ya mama's kids The more love, the more blood Bitches rat-a-tat-tat on that hat 'till there's no slugs That they nothin' but a five letter word to me And it's gonna be like that 'till somebody grab their Gatt and try to murder me Nigga, I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? It's the land of the lost Slip one time, and ya bound to pay the cause Nigga... Now as I walk through the alley, I feel the shadow of death My mind's on murder, my hand's on the tech Whether Black, White, Asian, or Latin Puerta Rican, never matter once I'm creepin' you know Whats hapnin', fool Kill or get killed, peel or get peeled Either way those slugs gonna spill Buck me in my chest, buck me in my head But you can't kill VonBushman motherfuckas I'm already dead (Murder him)Nigga I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Murder him)Fool I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Can we murder him)Bitch I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)Yo I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? I wake up every day to the agony, sufferin' and sorrow Tragedies be havin' me too sad to see tomorrows But I just say "Fuck it", take a deep breath Get my heat set, and make the streets sweat I get my kicks off the dodgin' and duckin' That they do when they see mob through robbin' and buckin' Once again I'm on a killing spree I willingly load it and lock it and put them out they misery If you don't know you better ax' somebody How I blast these bitches like a black Jon Gotti Now we find out that your not so slick As the clock goes (*Tick*) And the glock goes (*Click*) I show ya pussies what ya thinkin' As your body becomes numb from the bullets that I'm blastin' I ain't scared to get the red in these dreads Meet me at the crossroads, muthafucka I'm already dead (Murder him)Nigga I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Shall we murder him)Fool I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Can we murder him)Bitch I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)Yo I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, fool where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)Fool I don't give a fuck If anybody killa in here, bitches where ya nuts? [Bushwick] Yeah, muthafuckas better watch out Wolfgang VonBushwicken the Barbarian Bill |
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(feat. Sherm)
[Intro] Doctor Wolfgang I heard you was a mastermind of crimes baby And I'd like you to break it down for me And have a nigga know about the criminal aspects And it's subliminal criminal aspect of a brother's life and all that ... Man, nigga you need to get in, get out and get something (I need some of that muthafunkin dollarbill) Nigga what, ain't nobody given me no handouts (break it down for me) Yeah I'ma tell you how it goes [Verse 1: Bushwick Bill] It ain't your average crime, it fits one of mines I tried to warn 'em at first but I've got to prove it this time They call me Chuck Wick, the 5th ward, hard crippler Niggas think I'm the devil, bitches hail me like Hitler But still, I'm real with these skills that I've mastered Peelin your caps backwards so I've never been captured So I'm physically and mentally relentless I live for the killing, and Chuckie's my accomplice And me, I'm a psycho coma Killer with the skills, releasin these tales of drama That fuck around and sell a million copies still Motherfucking coppers wanna watch me chill That lets me know I'm on they brain So they're never out my range, cause I'm shootin like Danny Ainge Dumpin two clips minimal, now I'm at your funeral Should've never fucked with the subliminal criminal [Chorus] It's the subliminal criminals at the door The enemies didn't know they had a loaded 4-4 And he's cockin his Glock, each one is gon' drop (and your wicked) just can't be stopped [Verse 2: Sherm] Well it's Sherm, who dat comin up to the bath, as I rat-tat-tat-tat Grab yo gat and watch your fucking back This ain't no ho-gang, bitch, it's on the real So you best to be packin your steel, or you bitch be getting killed Jackings and robberies ain't nothin but hobbies So you best to check your vest and don't be rollin by me sloppy Cos I'ma jack you, fool I'ma get you 9 millimeter spray hit you bitch and let ya split ya So knuckle down or motherfucker knuckle up 'Bout to get fucked all that Chucks So don't push your motherfucking luck 357, 9 millimeter, or the Tec-9 shine If I see bitch-made pulling next to me I can be goin for mine Old-school motherfucker, but I'm only 18 Steppin hard for the scene, in '95 you gon' see what I mean Fillin up the hospital, stressin out my mental So say what's up to a subliminal criminal [Outro] Dr. Wolfgang Von Buschwicken The Barbarian Mother-funky Stay High Dollar Billstir Is gonna break down what makes up a subliminal criminal And why it's a white-collar crime ["Subliminal":] below the threshold of conscious perception Inadequate to produce conscious awareness ["Criminal":] of evolvin or havin the nature of a person Who has committed or being legally convicted guilty of a crime It is shameful and disgraceful that you don't know what time it is |
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[Bushwick Bill]
Yes We're here to talk about those who Are considered to be an elected official Who said it was official that when they was elected That everything that they dealt with had me in mind As a human being, as a man But not as a slave or three fifths human I have the right to bear arms What makes you think I respect you? [VERSE 1: 3D] Hello Mr. President, residents of the White House, excuse me I'd like to know, have you ever enjoyed an old-time gangster movie? With the white man ringin shots on blocks With their clean shave and pin strip-suits Bootleggin-whiskey-rapin-black-women-and-havin-a-fat-stack-of-loot Undercover David Duke, isn't it true The gangster movement started long before my time Long before the hair rag, gangster sag Finger signs and love for nines? Damn, in your minds and in your hearts Is the hate really that deep, what's truly goin on? Knockin me for the words I write For writin movie scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone [Bushwick Bill] Yeah America A land that made Christopher Columbus A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves, and rapists Kennedy, his dad was a bootlegger for Al Capone Became President Isn't it evident That those who sit in the residence Are not president? [VERSE 2: 3D] Now why you wanna try to knock me Cause I'm black, got a gat Twist my hat and all, listen to Mr. Scarface Think about the way the government wants to hold us back As a matter of fact I believe the whole system is a huge crime scene And everyday they're doin the dirty work And layin it on us niggas, if you know what I mean So don't corrupt your own minds foolin yourself Tryin to lay it on the black man I'm a young gee tryin to leave poverty With a gat in my black hand So white heathen, taken straight out of The crate of a mouth of a babe Yeah, a honkey can't stop what a honkey started And the ghetto's what you honkeys made [Bushwick Bill] That's right, sittin up there in the White House With your homosexual mentalities and female persuasions Yeah, I'm talkin to all the J. Edgar Hoovers That are still left in there All the big brothers that are watching I hope you're listenin Cause the bad shit you put on criminals has made the citizens take control [VERSE 3: 3D] Now Sergeant hit ya, get with ya Let's get back to the issue, continue dissin My way of livin, so a little nigga like me Gots to go and dish ya this mission Hopin that the message that I'm sendin Gets through to you and your people Devil, look at your own dirty past Before you come to me with your blue-eyed evil If I kill 30 innocent, would you write A movie about me and spare My life, or would you lock me up with triple life And strap me down in the electric chair? See, it's not about the sign I throw up Or where I roam, or what a nigga wear See cracker, it's all about respect for your hood Your clique, and all of those whose pain with you share [Bushwick Bill] That's right, pain The pain that I feel Is the pain from shame The shame that you've caused me For over 400 years of protection The pain that I have within me The rage that is flaming Makes me wanna say the things that I say Do the things that I do And let you know That when you look at me Or look down at me Or look across from your side of the world to my side That what you have failed to realize Is that you've put me in projects I realize it was an experiment So when you put me in jail I realize I just made it through the millions I'm just another rat that made my cheese And you couldn't stand it But what can all the big cats do When all the rats wanna get fat But try to cut down on the cheese What you don't realize is that you're jerkin yourself Killin your own existence You're all walking dead men, and don't know it With book sense and street sense If you had street intelligence You would really know That you're one footstep between life and death That the mouth is a open grave And you've offered me the right to elect you to a bullet Which is a straight shot to the top, right? And what goes up must come down That's why it's goin down right now You can smell the smoke See the flames And see the bodies that are left on the ground Because the flag Red, white and blue And the stars from all the years you've whupped me and mines I still see |
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