Menace II Society Lyrics

2-2-3's like Mike Jordan Yeah I Shoot a lot, I might pass, but I Like

Scorin' Her pussy real good, good Head, but the bitch boring Hit it From the back, she keep runnin', But

I keep goin' Never stop, bitch, Finna hit until the mornin

Middle of the day, she asleep, she Keep snorin

Energizer Bunny the way, I'm Gettin' to the money

Steady countin' all these Hundreds, turnin' nothin' into Somethin

All I think about is money, and I'm rollin' up this weed

Shit is sticky like some honey, Man Got pounds by the bundle, if You ready, we

Can rumble I'ma sting like a Bumble, and I'm runnin

Through your team But I better Never fumble, ain't no cap in

My rap Hell yeah, I got that strap, Put your hoe

On the track Nah, that was way Back, put the team on the

Map Hell yeah, we got that crack, Got a hot 16

For the track or the strap, put Your Hoe on the back

I was pullin' out her tracks, and She know it's a wrap

When I hit it from the back, make Her scream, make it clap

Yeah, I trap and I rap, cop the A-R-P Cock it back, make it slap

Just touchdown, I'm the motherfuckin' Greyhound Make a couple plays now, I'm tryna cop a Trey pound

Lil' cuz gone, so they put it in my hands Now I got a plan now, all these hoes, left

them fanned out They say it's a drought, but I'm countin

all these bands now They got their hands out, ain't got shit for

you Might give you some game, if I got love for

you You know I'm gettin' to the money, ain't

shit funny Unless I wipe my ass with a motherfuckin hundred

Tat, tat, tat, what the fuck, man

Fuck you tripping on? You owe me some money, motherfuckers

Hell naw, but here you go

That was the first time I'd ever seen my father kill anybody

But it wasn't the last I got used to it though