[Bushwick Bill] Aww shit I woke up on the wrong side of bed today Lookin for some homo sapiens to slay Lost in panicked thoughts, damn Frantic killings constantly, now I'm sought Wanted, but I give a fuck, fool I'm the hunter not the hunted Bushwick the name Geto Boy executioner Terminator, murder revolutioner Street stalker, causer - of metamorphosis Late night rapes, body found in a forest No clues left behind, a fool from the darkside Continous killings, many unsolved homicides No ordinary kid, got a top and no lid holes Kidnappin child, {?} permanently dispose The controversy falls around Bushwick's a hacksaw Command gland slayin, with no flaws When death knocks on your door and wants to come in Time to pay up MOTHERFUCKERS, these are the wages of sin
[Interlude 1] Yo Bill, I come to get you out of this motherfucker Now I want you to come over here, it's okay And tell Dr. Lumbar, how good you really feelin ow
[Bushwick Bill] PARANOID! Sittin in a deep sweat Thinkin, I gotta fuck somebody before the weekend The sight of blood excites me Shoot you in the head, sit down and watch it bleed to death I hear the sound of your last breath Shouldn'ta been around, I went all the way left You was in the right place for me at the wrong time I'm a psychopath in a minute lose my fuckin mind Calm down, back to reality Don't fear death cause I know that was promised to me Flashes, I get flashes of Jason Gimme a knife and many lives I'm wastin The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck Pussy play Superman, your ass'll get boxed up Put him in a straightjacket, the man's sick This is what goes on in the mind of Bushwick
[Interlude 2] Aww shit, man you done fucked up You done scared the shit out of that doctor Now that shit you told the lawyer, I don't wanna hear Man tell me exactly how that bitch set herself up
[Bushwick Bill] Lookin through her window, now my body is warm She's naked, and I'm a peeping tom Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinking rape Shouldn'ta had her curtains open, so that's her fate Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch Whipped out my knife said if you scream I'm cuttin Opened her legs and commenced to fuckin She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose Then slit her throat and watched her shake 'til her eyes closed Had sex with the corpse before I left her And drew my name on the wall like Helter Skelter Run for shelter never crossed my mind I had a gauge, a grenade, and even a nine Dial 911 for the bitch But the cops say shit when they're fuckin with Bushwick
[Interlude 3] You know Bill, this is a bunch of Shirley Temple bullshit And I know you'd rather be hated for what you are Than loved for what you not So the thing you have to do, is tell these motherfuckers, who you are
[Bushwick Bill] I'm Bushwick Bill, but call me Chuckwick! Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and fuck me Cause I'm known to pull your skull out Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin eyes out I'm insane by a longshot hey Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre A short nigga with some long nuts Drop you dead in your bed, now I'm ready for a long fuck Necromance that ass for a minute And split that motherfuckin clit when I'm finished You punk bitches be retreatin, check it Freddie and Jason runnin home with they mouths bleedin So welcome to the slaughterhouse champs Fifth Ward Texas, Chuckwick concentration camp You punk motherfuckers fled And those who didn't make it got two to the fuckin head!
[Outro] My nigga, my nigga Boy you let your nuts hang to the floor Now let's blow this motherfucker up, and G.O. [BOOM]
[VERSE 1] The name of the game is gettin paid, gettin paid is the name But there's some niggas out there doin some fucked up things You shot another nigga for nothin If I'ma shoot a muthafucka I'ma shoot his ass for somethin Asked him did he have some money, he said no He said the reason he shot him cause he was a straight up hoe The nigga stepped to you and you wasn't goin for it So you killed him and got shit to show for it Before you was a broke muthafucka, check it But now you'se a broke muthafucka with a murder record Did a killin just to prove you was a down nigga But any nigga can pull the muthafuckin trigger If you wanted to prove you can go You shoulda put the muthafuckin gun away and went toe to toe But you'se a hoe, you couldn't go, so you shot first Send another nigga ridin away in a hearse And the judge gave you life on your first offense But if it don't make dollars, man, then it don't make sense
[VERSE 2] I'm standin on the corner, tryin to feel my money clip Hopin that one of these geekers don't start to trip From down the street comes Baby G The muthafucka always wants somethin for free The nigga asked me to see a dime Dig it, I had the feelin I was gonna get jacked all the time He snatched my dimes and tried to make the block I squeezed my trigger and let off six or seven shots Been knowin G ever since he was a little baby He started smokin and the muthafucka went crazy Man, I hate it had to end that way But fuckin with my money, G, you know I don't play Why can't you fools just take a hint Cause if it don't make dollars, man, it just don't make sense
[VERSE 3] He wants to be a big man, got everybody thinkin he's in control Out there frontin just to impress them hoes Talkin like he got it goin on so much Not knowin he was settin himself up Claimin he's the biggest on the block Say he's movin ki's when he's really sellin rocks Big talk from a small time sucker Got everybody watchin him, includin them undercovers Got them white folks thinkin he's a kingpin And they wanna send his ass to the federal pen All that talk got his ass thrown smooth in jail Now he's tryin to tell the truth, about how much he sells But them white folks ain't even listenin, gee To them you're just one more nigger off the street They gave him cases he ain't have nothin to do with And now he realize his frontin don't pay shit Now all he can do is reminisce Cause if it don't make dollars, fool, it just don't make sense
[VERSE 1] Money, money, money, muthafuckin green Reach inside my pocket, I don't feel it, and I wanna scream Nigga, give it up, cause I want every penny in your pocket And your ass is goin down if you tell me you ain't got it I gotta make a profit in that Nickel Ward Cause I ain't with bein broke and times are gettin hard I pull the gat and hit the boulevard huntin for a victim Catch him slippin, pop the clip in, and then I get him When in mama's womb I was doomed, destined for poverty And no nigga in the ghetto about to win a lottery So what does it bother me to knock a nigga off? I'm educated, in a robbery, bitch, I'm the boss Mr. Lawman is quick to call this action a crime Because they can't tax robbery, they don't get a dime Everything'd be fine if I was working 9 to 5 But I can't get that kinda job, I ain't 5 ft. high Since they don't realize that my size ain't shit I'm gonna gaffle em and baffle em until my bank gets To the maximum, I get the gat then i'm after them fast Goin for bad, goin from copper to cash
Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all
[VERSE 2] When I started writin lyrics it was like a religion to me Cause when I seen the mic, you're fuckin right, I was kickin it, gee Knew that it was somethin that was gonna last a lifetime When I pushed my homework aside so I could write rhymes I sat in class hypnotized, my mind in a daze Pretendin Bushwick Bill rippin up a stage But back in the days Little Bill was soft as jello And hard work pays, now I'm the hardest muthafucka in the ghetto I assured I got the rhymes that was popular at times But I hadn't got my name on the dotted line I couldn't pay the dime, mama worked parttime It made me so mad, I sat down and wrote hard rhymes I ??? cause I couldn't pay the fee Then my boy gave me a ki, in a week I made a g Pretty soon I was laughin in a mansion makin profits Puttin half in the bank, keepin half in my pockets Cops were hopin, cops were hopin they could get me net They be promoted to a captain for the big arrest I wasn't slippin, I was givin the blues the blues Cause I refused to lose, I grabbed the booze and cruised Up the avenue, laughin at the people in school Cause they broke as a muthafucka talkin bout a golden rule You're sayin I'm a fool for droppin out I'm makin millions, well daddy, what you're talkin bout? I remember scrapin up pennies for the 4-double oz's Now my refigerator's full of Olde E I used to only rap on the schoolyard Now I'm in the studio droppin lyrics too hard I took the road to the riches in a dash Left my competators at last, they run from copper to cash
Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all
[VERSE 3] A lotta people didn't think that it could happen They all started laughin when I told em I'd be rappin But now I'm cashin in big checks from the Rap-A-Lot Bill's gettin paid, now it's my turn to laugh a lot I live the life that a lotta niggas dream of I sit back and smoke cess in a steam tub I got bitches and bitches and bitches and bitches And more bitches on my dick, they like the size of my pockets But I ain't cuttin for a stinky piece of pearl tongue She makes a move for my wallet, and the girl's hung Cause when you're broke, you're a joke, but when you get cash Them muthafuckin stink hoes want half So all of you funky-ass hoes can kiss My Geto-Boy-midget-mind-of-a-lunatic- Fuck-a-war-can't-be-stopped-size-ain't-shit- Other-level-rap-a-lot-copper-to-cash-dick But if you just wanna fuck me Yeah aight, aight, you can suck a nigga's Chuckie
Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all
See, most of my life I never had shit I felt like an outcast, treated like a misfit Damn near didn't make it on my day of birth Thinking was I really supposed to be on this planet earth I take a deep breath, and then another follows Cos hardship is kinda hard to swallow See, it's rough bein a loner Not knowin any given day and time I could wind up a goner See, people got it bad from jump street And bein short is just another strike against me I used to get funny looks cos I was small And tryin to make it was like runnin through a brick wall Given the odds I was up against, bro The average nigga woulda quit a long time ago But now I've got a record out I'm doin shows, people payin to see me turn it out Now I'm the spice around town It's funny how an album can change a nigga's life around I got friends and bitches on my dick But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick Sometimes I don't know a friend from a foe And every different day it's a different fuckin hoe And now that my pockets are gettin bigger I'm meetin hoes who only wanna juice a nigga They tell me that they love me and all that But really they just wait for me to fall flat So they can get me for my income Take me for all I got, and then some Like Trina, you dig I fucked up and got too attached to the bitch's kid Knowin that she used the baby to use me Took him out my life, mentally abusin me But as the time went by I got another slimmy And she was just like the first one screamin gimme But not in the exact same way She had a different type of game she liked to play Her name was Crystal, she played the quiet type And for a little while shit seemed alright But just like the first hoe, homie When shit got hectic the bitch broke out on me And it's gettin outta hand, gee Cos nobody seems to understand me Reminiscin got me feelin kinda low I broke out the Ever-Clear and then I drunk some mo' Until it was all gone Now I'm lookin for somebody to take my pain out on But not just anybody, gee I'ma take that on to Mica cos she's the closest to me Full of that Ever-Clear and high on that buddah Get to the house all I'm thinkin bout is shootin her Cos shootin her would be sweet But you know what'd be sweeter? if I make her shootin me Call me crazy, but that's what I'm thinkin I'm trippin from all that smokin weed and drinkin But I knew she wouldn't do it on her own, so I provoked her Punched her, kicked her, and chocked her She still wouldn't grab the gun And at that time I wasn't thinkin about no one Damn near crazy I went and grabbed the baby Held him by the door and said i'ma throw his ass out, hoe She went to cryin, somebody stop him I said: you better grab the muthafuckin gun or i'ma drop him She snatched the baby out of my hands We started fighting, punching, scratching, and biting When we fell on the bed, check this shit All kinds of crazy shit was goin through my head So I ran and got the gun and came back to her Loaded it up and handed the gat to her I grabbed her hand and placed the gun to my eye muscle She screamed stop and then we broke into another tussle Yo, durin the fight the gun went off quick Damn! aw shit, I'm hit (Aw... my eye, I can't see Why you shot me in the eye? I woulda shot you in the body Why you shot me in the eye?) Ridin in the ambulance everything is hectic I can't get a grip, I just can't check this Everybody's cryin, could it be I'm dyin Bullet in my head, in the bed was lyin Where's Mica? I wanna tell her I love her With an [ ] in my arm I took a picture for an album cover Goddamn, the shit's a trip, gee Five different doctors with needles tryin to stick me I hear my family hollerin he needs us Durin the confusion, man, I seen jesus My mom's on the phone long-distance from New York Here comes the doctors again tryin to rip me apart I got a monkey on my back, I can't shake it I'm havin suicidal thoughts hopin that I don't make it But I'ma make it cos something's steady urgin me Five hours passed, I made it through surgery And the doctor said I wouldn't make it through the night But god told me everything is gonna be alright And I'm glad that I'm here, gee But it's fucked up I had to lose an eye to see shit clearly
Aw man, I made it I made it And everyone gets to hear my story I made it But don't try this at your home Learn from my mistakes Kick the beat in, Bido
Heh heh, a ho ho ho Oh my goodness gracious, yo Bido, check it out G He he, yooo
[Bushwick Bill] I met this freaky thing, Juanita Madlock She had a gat, big juicy fat cock She thought that she was too much for me to deal with Told her kick off her shoes, unpeel bitch You can't deal with this dick from Bushwick You said that, talk was cheap and her pussy was deep It's not the size of the shit but the motion of the open So there's nothin to be provin, bitch, get to movin And rub my nuts, cause it's soothin And don't be too rough, cause I'ma kick you in your stuff She was goin strong, I had it goin on With ease, I eased, her panties to her knees Protectin myself, with the rubber-tussin But the son of a bitch kept bustin I was bumrushin, dick hard as trig Man them lambskins don't come too big
[Chorus] They don't come too big I know, I know, they don't come too big - HA! They don't come too big I know, I know, they don't come too big - YES
[Bushwick Bill] People hear my jams cause they slammin And ask who in the fuck do I think I am? It's Bushwick, to you Mr. B Talk that he got his shit, now I'm put ya out your misery Yeah that's right, step the fuck back And don't be callin me no motherfuckin Bushwack It's Bushwick, you dick-suckin tricks I oughta kick your ass cause your brain don't click Witcha wanna be cool-ass, fool-ass Act like you never enrolled within a school class Huffin and puffin, wanna fight, makin angry sounds A nigga weighin two-hundred ninety-seven pounds But I laughed, that's a small task Told him run on up, nuttin said, nuttin asked Cause I, never renegged on pullin the trig' You ho motherfuckers don't come too big
[Chorus]
[Bushwick Bill] Back to Juanita, the peter eater This bitch swallowed my sperm by the 2-liter She said that my dick tasted much sweeter yeah Baby who knows her pose, bend over touch your toes And close your mouth fore a minute Before I end up stickin my dick in it And you can't handle that, it's too massive Girl I fuck around and block your wind passage Bang bang, I was doin my thang And the way I swang that bitch couldn't hang I, made the bitch do, yoga I, rocked the boat, tipped the boat over Fired up a cig, grabbed the gin, took a swig Stuck my dick in, and I dug, can you dig? I was runnin through that ass like an 18-wheeler rig I let them hoes know they don't come too big, check it
[Intro] And now with the following collection of ghoulish sounds You can make your own sound terrifying and terrible Uh-huh-ha-ha! [laughing]
[Child's Play two sample] Surprise! Heh-ha-heh-ha-ha-ha Did ya miss me? I sure missed you! I told ya we're gonna be friends to the end and now it's time to play I got a new game sport it's called hide the and guess what you're it!
[Verse One] I told you size ain't shit you better duck quick It's the replay of chucky part two call it chuckwick Some niggaz stay hard some niggaz get sorrier Insane as the war for the little 5th Ward warrior Tonight's your dead date your dying a slow rate Let's hope the chainsaw's inside of chuck for your heart's ache Give me a knife I'm cutting bodies to pieces Remember what happened to your mother fucking nieces Niggaz think I'm a ho but I'm letting them know Every head I cut off half of that goes to Cujo I cut a throat with a God damn stick All bodies found dead fuck it blame it on Chuckwick
[Child's Play two sample] It's Chuckwick Yaahh! It's Chuckwick I told you he'd find me He tried to take over my
[Verse Two] The world's smallest killer I can't wait 'til they bury me Every arm I chop off I give the fingers to charity I saw a dead body just about my size Razor blade to his face now I can see out both eyes It's time for breakfast but I don't want eggs Just jelly and toast and bacon and legs If you try to diss that's fine with me Hug this is that fine with you G? Chuckwick Bill is from another dimension Unsatisfied nigga with barbaric intention Sometimes I'm invisible, sometimes I'm seen Sometimes I'm a pitchfork, sometimes I'm guillotine Extra ketchup on them French fried knees No tomato on that chopper with cheese I'm getting thirsty now what I'm a try Gulp, gulp, mmmmmm blood dry! You think I'm crazy you think I'm insane Just because I wasn't born I was found on a fuckin' train You wanna rumble well get up shit If you buck you get fucked by that nigga named Chuckwick Aw shit my nigga Ganksta Nip in the motherfuckin house Yo Nip say something to all the people out there
[Ganksta Nip] Yo this is Ganksta Nip A South Park psycho takin no shit And get your motherfuckin wig split
[Bushwick Bill] Yeaahh! Chuckwick Bill ain't a sucka Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me I'm dead so pass the bob G And after that pass the body Chuckwick Bill don't have the 5th ward John Gotti You make me mad you're taking a fall Tell your kids about my god damn Chuckwick Doll Turn down and murder them hard [Nip] What's the name of your hood? [Bushwick Bil] 5th motherfucking ward! The home of the villians constant killin Get fired at your job start a new job car stealin The word Chuckwick Capitalizes each letter And we look as though we're two we took home room together You might think that I'm throwed A major malfunction made my brain explode Which means I'm ready slaughter Syphilis and gonorrhea mixed up in your drinking water Before I go I have this to say Hi! My name is Chuckwick part three's on it's way
[Child's play two sample] Snap out of it, you're acting like you've never seen a dead body before This is it world, from now on, no Mr. Good guy Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! [laughing continues]
[guy mocking Bushwick Bill] You know that little short muthafuckin Bushwick? Shit, he so goddamn short, He had to get a runnin start and jump up on the commode to take a shit. He can't even piss - he can't even piss without runnin all the way back, Squeezin his little dick! He went to the movie, they was gonna let him in the movie free, But he had razorbumps, short muthafucka! I was gonna give him a ride in my goddamn car, But I forgot my car seat! Little nasty muthafucka, you know what I'm sayin? This some old bitch.. (Yo, there he is right now) (Yo what's up, Bushwick?) [ Bushwick Bill ] Cock this [shots]
[VERSE 1] Bushwick Bill is on the goddamn hunt with a 12-guage pump Sendin muthafuckas to the dump The nigga killa, known to slam a hoe Finger on the trigger, lettin the hammer go Boom-boom, back up while I'm gettin hype, bitch Cause you ain't ready for an ass-whippin like this I'm on a killing spree, lettin muthafuckas see Me and the G.B. steady makin history Some crazy niggas out of Houston goin platinum Send up a gang of muthafuckas, watch me gat one Bar a bitch cause he's bigger, how the fuck you figure I thought you knew this was a goddamn slaughter, nigga I'm sendin sons of bitches to the pavement And the shit won't stop until I say when One by one they hit the muthafuckin ground, see Call it what you want, nigga, yeah, but you can callme crazy
[Bushwick Bill (crowd chanting)] (Why you wanna fuck with Bushwick, you know he's crazy) I thought you know, nigga (That nigga's crazy) Ha, I thought you knew (That nigga's crazy) Yeah, I thought you knew, nigga (Why you wanna fuck with Bushwick, you know he's crazy) Ha-ha, muthafuckas, ha-ha (That nigga's crazy) I thought you knew, nigga (That nigga's crazy) I thought you muthafuckas knew
[VERSE 2] 1-2, 1-2, every muthafucka hit the deck Bushwick is back and I ain't what you expect 5th Ward, born to be a bonafide player A order-disobeyer, neighborhood bitch-slayer Settin shit straight, 9mm to the dome Any nigga wanna feel this chrome, bring his ass on And I'ma let him know what's happenin If the nigga keeps on trippin I'ma keep on cappin Dig it, till every muthafucka falls flat Lyin in a crate on their muthafuckin back Cause I'm collectin bodies like a muthafuckin morticianist Bustin nuts in hoes, so you don't wanna get your bitch in this Shoot em up, bang-bang, watch em hit the canvas That's they way I plan this, niggas can't stand this So make room for the 5th Ward devil Yeah, see, I'm a rebel, doin shit on that other level My mind is like a muthafuckin maze, gee Phase after goddamn phase, but you can call me crazy
(Why you wanna fuck with Bushwick, you know he's crazy) Ha! I thought you knew, nigga (That nigga's crazy) I thought you knew (That nigga's crazy) I thought you muthafuckas knew, ho-ho (Why you wanna fuck with Bushwick, you know he's crazy) I thought you knew, nigga (That nigga's crazy) Ha! I thought you knew (That nigga's crazy) Aw shit
[VERSE 3] Line a bunch of muthafuckas up and watch em hit the deck I'm puttin bitches and niggas in check, causin fuckin wreck Bushwick Bill, I'm far from a rookie, hoe A maniac, rollin mark-ass niggas out like cookie dough Hoes got blowed up, competition slowed up Shit just ain't never been the same since I've showed up I'm a loner, renegade loser Filled with confusion, young nigga doin em There ain't nobody safe when I'm on the streets I'm the hardest muthafucka you can find on the 5 beat Bustin caps in gust, bustin nuts and bust Niggas gon' hit the dust fuckin around with us Yeah, I'm leavin muthafuckas in a daze, gee Call it what you want, nigga, yeah, but you can call me crazy
(Why you wanna fuck with Bushwick, you know he's crazy) Ha! I thought you knew, nigga (That nigga's crazy) [singing continues until end] Ho-ho-ho, I thought you knew, nigga I thought you knew, nigga Ha! Ha-ha! I thought you knew, nigga Had to wake that ass up, I thought you knew, huh? Yeah, talk that shit now, nigga, I thought you knew Haaa! Yo! I thought this muthafucka knew I hope all you muthafuckas know now Cause I thought this nigga knew, hah? Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about Yeah! Do you muthafuckas know? Cause I'm talkin to you, do you know, huh? What the fuck's wrong with you, stupid fuck I thought you knew, hah? [speaks Spanish]...carramba I tell you somethin right now I tell you somethin right now I thought you knew, muthafucka Yeah! Ask Mica-Mica, she'll tell you
[Bushwick Bill] Why you lie about that bitch you said you fucked last week You coulda bought the funky ho cause yo the pussy was cheap Me and her been fuckin daily since the time we met You mean to tell me you ain't fucked that ol' dumb bitch yet? Get yourself a new approach and stop your lyin an' shit You couldn't fuck her so I know she never sucked your dick I ain't simple-minded nigga, put your lies on the shelf Cause you ain't satisfyin me or your God damned self Let me give you for-instance with this kid named Chris Who used to say he fucked a bitch because she gave him a kiss Stupid silly motherfucker with his crotch in his hand Tellin dirty bed stories to a full grown man I had to stop him in his tracks and had to put him in check Cause he was gettin out of hand and he was gettin erect Went and bought the boy some pussy, nigga fucked it off Gave the tramp a 20 spot, she gave the shit right back But when he came out the room, I had to shut Chris up Cause I'll be damned if he ain't tell me he and she ain't fucked You a faggot if you stick your dick head in shit But you a pussy if you sit and tell a lie on your dick So check it
[Bushwick Bill] My boy Kevin was a brother known for fuckin a bitch Used to leave with my rubbers, and come back with a itch Even Kevin started lyin when the girls got low When we asked if he fucked, he ain't never said no He just laughed, and told us that the job was done So we took it for granted, and never questioned one Now they're sweatin me, I'm fuckin everyone he's had Or he claimed he had, and it's just too damn bad That many brothers must resort to tellin lies on Jim Over and over again, I've seen many of them Try to front like they be mackin, Bushwick's the mack And any bitch that you'll attract will attest to that Too short for short fuckin, just long and stiff And a pocket full of bullets for the niggaz who riff You a faggot if you stick your dick head in shit But you a pussy if you sit and tell a lie on your dick So check it
[Bushwick Bill] Ain't a girl that me and Ak and Willie D can't fuck Rap-A-Lot got it good, and we be fuckin shit up Too smooth to be forgotten, yo they must want more Whether bathroom kitchen table, sink or the floor So check it
[ad libbed sounds of an argument about fucking hoes]
[Bushwick Bill] But some lie, and that ain't even cool at all Before you lie on your Jimmy, give your cousin a call or somethin Take it from long dick Bushwick Bill Fuckin bitches every day with the 12 inch kill Like Monique, a typical run-around-ass freak Who used to act like she was it but kept her ass in the street Used to front on Bushwick Bill like she was oh so sweet But now my record's doin good and yo she's under my sheets So check it
[Bushwick Bill] It's Bushwick Bill, I be that motherfuckin nigga Four foot two, a couple of inches and I'm steady gettin bigger Straight from the motherfuckin G To the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho I had to come up strong to get where I'm at Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back Back in the day I used to play with Tonka toys Now I'm paid and shootin dice with the big boys Shoot a G, bet a G, now watch me hit a lick I ain't worryin about no shit because I packed my shit I pull my shit and take a shit cause that's the way I do it And when it comes to handlin shit, there ain't nothin to it Bushwick Bill, the motherfuckin thinkin nigga Gotta stay smart, to keep me from sinkin nigga Cause if you sleep, you'll get beat, on the street Understand, get it that's the plan, from the Little Big Man
(Yeah.. hahhh.. come again! Uh, yeah..) (Peep game)
[Bushwick Bill] Now when it comes to bitches I play games with they minds Cause once you get that hit, you gon' get the pussy any time And it's a proven fact I'm hittin bitches from the back, Bushwick Bill, neighborhood - mack In and out the crib like a motel Fucked her so well, the ho had to go.. tell Her friend and then I fucked her too Got 'em both claimin that they in love wit you know who Now what am I to do, but pass her to the crew And let the fellas get that ass and bust a couple of nuts or two Cause that's the way we do it, fella The Little Big Man, takin bitches to that other level!
(Yeah.. uh, uh, uh, ahh)
[Bushwick Bill] How many motherfuckers wanna step to B-U-S-H W-I-C-K, blowin niggaz away, clickin every day Cuttin niggaz up, and I can not prevent the shit Gougin out your fuckin eyeballs and then I skullfuck you, bitch Hey nigga, don't you know, today's the first day In the last moments of your life, run and tell your fuckin wife Little nigga, little nigga, pullin trigger, gettin bigger Gravedigger bury nigga like me how the fuck you figure There's nothin worse than bein, caught up in a gridlock With a fuckin dreadlock, cause you know I bust shot Notty dread, notty dread, come slave driver Buck 'em dead, buck 'em dead, Bushwick gettin liver Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, BUCK, watch dem fall fast Little Big Man, buck buck, bustin 'nuff ass! Wheel it again Selector Diesel Rap-A-Lot comin da ragamuffin style, nineteen-ninety-tree Four five and year two t'ousand Givin you what you want, much more Little Big Mon, come again selector Yes, yes, yes that's how we like it more time Rap-A-Lot wit da music nice an' sweet, y'knahmsaid Givin it to you straight from de heart of de street Fifth Ward Texas, a Rap-A-Lot with de top yes Givin you what I got, Bushwick Bill, yes Make de riddim swing no Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes Little Big Mon just gettin buckwild yes Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes Little Big Mon 'im gettin buckwild yes Gwan now, gwan now, gwan now the style yes...
[B-Legit] I flip, make hits, and stick like peanut butter Five g's to the homie my money he didn't stutter The gutter with the gats, fuck that, we need the lucho It ain't no in between such things as being neutral We shoot y'all, answering to me if it's needed Catch you in the bucket and fuck it we gon feed it We bleed it, A-K spray and nine milla You fuckin with a killa for scrilla Money wanna deala Peel 'em from the back and fact, you're ass out Throw you in the trunk, we bump and mash out We blast out and get the fuck outta dodge And leave your body corpse parked at the Travellodge You can't reason with a fool with guns and no brains Thrown off your balcony get stoned and let's remain We stressed main, paper come up short Plus this bitch with my baby tryin to take me to court I need a new quarter, plus my screws is loose Makin niggas wanna pour shit down like orange juice I one two, and slap the fuck outta you So go on about my business bitch, and do what you do You like to run shit Do what you do You fuck with powder bitch? Hey yo, do what you do You turn dyke too Yeah, do what you do But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too If you build a heist Yo, do what you do You like to talk the vice? Do what you do Speakin on my crew Nigga, do what you do But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too
[Bushwick Bill] Me and two freaks in B-Legit's back seat F-u-c-k-i-n-g I got clunkers, cuz you know big Chuck like em plump Sippin hurricane bumpin slurricane cuz it thumps In my trunk my pistol grip pump at all times Kryptonite got me blowed cuz I hit it five times I got condom on my dick, but my mind is on scrilla Bitches just respect this nigga Chuck and I'ma killa Me and my nigga, four hoes, weed, and liquor Headed to the boat to freak these bitches on the river And since I'm from the south these hoes showin me love And B is from the west, he really don't give a fuck Twenty minutes later, all hell broke loose Bitches suckin dick and lickin up nut juice One bitch said she like to eat pussy too She looked at me, I said shit, bitch, do what you do Bitch you like suckin dick? Do what you do Homie, you like to eat pussy? Do what you do Nigga you like bein broke? Do what you do Bitch you wanna fuck me, I wanna fuck you too Nigga you like stealin cars? Do what you do Nigga you like bein 'hind bars? Do what you do Nigga you don't give a fuck about shit? Do what you do Nigga it's fuck Bushwick, well fuck you too
[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
[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
