Lyrics containing the term: Mommys+Little+Man+Pinned+Down+Ridden+Hard (2025)

With each hit, each kick, each, broken rib Crack, crack! Bones are crying Mommy's crying and bleeding And pleading And then Daddy wants to fuck Dick hard, swelled with power rush And as if all that wasn't enough Mommy's seven months heavy with birth As, Daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear First, lullaby First, son, will, ever, hear And never forget Mommy almost bled to death when she have him, finally She'd already lost, three Uterus-bruised, shredded, and weak From being daily beat And Friday nights were the worse and Daddy never came with flowers Instead he spent hours at some corner spot With some bar pop named Cookie Putting his thing down Soiling Mommy's sheets withSweet, talk shit, Cookie's cheap lipstick, Hair grease, sperm, and Jezebel juice To hell with the good news thatHe was a father for the first time His thirst for wine and women Clouded his vision No warm welcome for mother and son Just The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense She, burned the dirty linens Made a fresh bed Laid sleeping First Son down And never made a sound As she purged her scourge With birth-blood and quiet tears Watching as her fears and love and sacrifice Lie there in his soft skin and new life Breathing, dreaming, fresh from God's eye Mommy's little survivor Like, her Mommy called crazy and scorned Cause she two more born One boy soon after The girl much later and Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hate Her, First Son, the first one Whose, womb-world was profaned Came of age playing street games With Stewie, Rezzie, and Little Brother 'Till his heart start to wither In pain and shame Blamed Mom for the wrong she let Daddy do to her And himLet, sins of the Father cause his innocence to wander Found out amongst thieves Chose to squander his dreams Stopped believing in himself Become prodigal with his life Make impossible shit right withGang-ties, crime, lies Erase wise, woeful words of Mother Replaced them with absurdities of others Who had also lost their way Played a different kind of street game now First Son plunged deep Speak street-family vows Espouse no causes but his own See, he couldn't protect Mommy's neck from Daddy's grasp Or, protect Mommy's ass from Daddy's wrath Couldn't shield her ears fromDaddy's foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers His only defense-served be confidence Brown bottles housed his swift descent Phones called cops on block frequent for his shenanigans Now, Daddy and him twins in addiction Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends By liquefied demons Had become what he despised from conception 'til end Destined for a demise Survived nine lives of staying high Conning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft Womanizing, only for money, never for sex Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head Left for dead So, eyes wide and glassy Speech, slowed and slurred Lips twitched with caked-up codeine candy And mouth corners one December 24th Mr.

With each hit, each kick, each, broken rib Crack, crack! Bones are crying Mommy's crying and bleeding And pleading And then Daddy wants to fuck Dick hard, swelled with power rush And as if all that wasn't enough Mommy's seven months heavy with birth As, Daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear First, lullaby First, son, will, ever, hear And never forget Mommy almost bled to death when she have him, finally She'd already lost, three Uterus-bruised, shredded, and weak From being daily beat And Friday nights were the worse and Daddy never came with flowers Instead he spent hours at some corner spot With some bar pop named Cookie Putting his thing down Soiling Mommy's sheets withSweet, talk shit, Cookie's cheap lipstick, Hair grease, sperm, and Jezebel juice To hell with the good news thatHe was a father for the first time His thirst for wine and women Clouded his vision No warm welcome for mother and son Just The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense She, burned the dirty linens Made a fresh bed Laid sleeping First Son down And never made a sound As she purged her scourge With birth-blood and quiet tears Watching as her fears and love and sacrifice Lie there in his soft skin and new life Breathing, dreaming, fresh from God's eye Mommy's little survivor Like, her Mommy called crazy and scorned Cause she two more born One boy soon after The girl much later and Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hate Her, First Son, the first one Whose, womb-world was profaned Came of age playing street games With Stewie, Rezzie, and Little Brother 'Till his heart start to wither In pain and shame Blamed Mom for the wrong she let Daddy do to her And himLet, sins of the Father cause his innocence to wander Found out amongst thieves Chose to squander his dreams Stopped believing in himself Become prodigal with his life Make impossible shit right withGang-ties, crime, lies Erase wise, woeful words of Mother Replaced them with absurdities of others Who had also lost their way Played a different kind of street game now First Son plunged deep Speak street-family vows Espouse no causes but his own See, he couldn't protect Mommy's neck from Daddy's grasp Or, protect Mommy's ass from Daddy's wrath Couldn't shield her ears fromDaddy's foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers His only defense-served be confidence Brown bottles housed his swift descent Phones called cops on block frequent for his shenanigans Now, Daddy and him twins in addiction Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends By liquefied demons Had become what he despised from conception 'til end Destined for a demise Survived nine lives of staying high Conning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft Womanizing, only for money, never for sex Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head Left for dead So, eyes wide and glassy Speech, slowed and slurred Lips twitched with caked-up codeine candy And mouth corners one December 24th Mr.

He's been wounded already in the struggle of lifeBattered by raging storm of strifeCaught in a whirlwind of heartbreak and painAnd blinded by it's driving rainThe innocent victim of crimes of the heartHas witnessed his young world being torn apartHe can't understand why mom and dadHave forsaken the family they hadSo he whispers his prayer every eveningAs he kneels by his bedside alone"Put mommy and daddy together againAnd give us a happy homePlease give us a happy home"At night he could hear them in their room down the hallThe anger rang clearly through his bedroom wallHe silently listened, tucked snug in his bedTo each bitter word they saidNow he and mom each have a room of their ownHe sees dad on weekends and they talk on the phoneHis questions need answers but all they will sayIs "You'll understand why someday"So he whispers his prayer every eveningAs he kneels by his bedside alone"Put mommy and daddy together againAnd give us a happy homePlease give us a happy home"Oh, he tries to act just like he's a manAnd hold all the hurt insideBut it's hard for a little boy to understandGrown-up reasons for goodbyeSo he whispers his prayer ever eveningAs he kneels by his bedside alone"Put mommy and daddy back together againAnd give us a happy homePlease give us a happy home"

For these wars we're fighting with each otherSeason after seasonWhen you're workin' hard, but there ain't nothing comin'What's the reason?Uh, uh, man, man will search the whole planet, looking for what, try to conquer allSo what?

Here is a story that is bound to amuse ya(About a fine young couple startin' out in life)A dedicated husband and a real fine worker(Who lived for his children and his beautiful wife)But one night in Dallas at a computer convention(He got so loaded he could hardly stand)Woke up with a heavy head and a strange girl beside him(Returned home a worried guilty man)But inside his coat his wife found a noteIt said "Thanks for the good time Can I see you again"She asked him "Why oh why" Tears rollin' down her eyes"Would you give it all up for a moment of glory" gloryPacked up all her bags and returned to her mother(Two small children clinging to her dress)Hurt and disillusioned but never down hearted(She picked up the pieces of her broken life)And meanwhile back in Boston the culprit lie thinkin'(Trying to find the answer in a bottle of wine)Fired from his job and missing his children(He didn't care one way if he lived or died)Oh what a crying shame nobody else to blameFor one night of pleasure he had given her painOh how it was so hard to climb so far to give it all upFor a moment of glory, gloryAs the months rolled by and accusations flyThe bloodsuckin' lawyers know they're in for a killThe gold war begins she's takin' off her ringsClose friends take sides while the waters are stillPhone rang twice in his stone cold appartment(It was his little boy Johnny and his sister Beth)They said "Daddy we miss you would you talk to Mommy"(A line of communication he had sadly missed)She said "Now don't get me wrong this is where you belong"I said "Good-bye children we can work it all out""But don't you ever forget how this family has bled'Cause you give it all up for a moment of glory" gloryWon't you give it all upYou give it all up Won't you give it all upYou give it all up

Brother I hope you hear meIn the corner, sits the little girl in tearsThe shadow of a man overwhelms her fears"Mommy, mommy, NO!", the words of a battered childThe wicked, wicked mommy has the sticks swingin' buckwild"Mister, mister, do you have a dime?

What that can do to a man?Do you have any idea?What that can do to a man?What that can do to a man?The little ole manWith the grubby little handWho lived in MontrealWas drooling a bitAs he reached for her titAnd he said to himself:"This is gonna be it!"

Been through the storm, through the cold and rainEverything's still the sameCan't control how I feelSometimes it's hard to keep it realYou see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fameLike them Cadillacs with sunroofs manSo many ways to make a dollarHuh, sometimes I think about my fatherYou see my poppa was broke, and my momma was youngTryin' to blend in with them city folkEvery day landlord knockin' down my do'Wonderin' where my next blessing is comin' fromMy momma and poppa, moved to the U.S. as JamaicansStruggled to get visas and green cards through immigrationThough my pop was po', stayed away from crime and maliceHard living gave him hard hands and callousAs a youngin', peep how much they loved each other's spaceHis hard hands rubbin' against the pretty skin of my mother's faceDig for treasure 'til his hands looked like hands of a junkieSo coarse, slap a mule and take the life from a donkeyOn the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobsNever enough money, that's why I got your whole crew robbedGot older, developed ways of grippin' the steelBarely home for me to see her, or get a good cooked mealSeek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin'Blendin' in with city folk, down in Flat-bush BrooklynFeel a little of my pain, follow and sing to itHomey I seen it all, if you ain't knowin' I been through itIn other words IGot a little older, late teens, me and my crew would huddleOn the corner late nights, plottin' to escape struggleNights got cold and still would hustle in the same placeIn front of Pancho Delis, now the freeze up on a nigga face1987 Reaganomics ever curiousTo visit other cities, out of town kick was seriousGuyanese jeans bounce, put whatever slinger onWhatever slinger came back, quickly brought me right alongNigga ran away from homeDoin different wild shit, just to put a pair of Filas on, 'Didas onWreck is all for the good, gettin' into shitLike we innocent, actin' older than shouldWalk around broke in the hood, watchin' all the rich niggasThese younger thugs who try to choke and try to get niggasThinkin' 'bout my mom and pop, while I'm monopolizin'To hell with just gettin' by and economizin'It's kinda hard bein' humble in the belly of struggleDoin' things that probably get you in troubleThat's why we stay up on the block, gettin' money while we keepin' it safeIn front of churchgoers keepin' the faithMom and pop be worryin' for they sonDespite they struggle and their honest livin' look and see just what I becomeA scavenger, in brute pursuit to be happy, another young'n that's wildin'Across the line until somebody tryin' to cap me, oh shit I been through the stormThrough the cold and rainEverything's still the sameCan't control how I feelSometimes it's hard to keep it realYeah

Uh, uh, uh, uhIt's Meek motherfucking Milly, uhBH, all my bitches (all my bitches)You know I had to get one for the hoes (hoes)HahaI said hoes, we never love themWe fuck them and then discuss themAnd if you ain't fucking my manYou prolly fucking my cousinThere's nothing, how do we want itUm, um amazing better yet a buffetYou can get all threeBut I don't get her numberI tell her to call mePhone rings she with her friendsAnd they want to partyI tell her meet me, hotel room 13I be there in a littleMan he little, I sizzleStep up in the telly, hoes naked alreadyLooking all sexy, screaming daddy come get itThe dream gods tell me twiceI be right in it shorty wetter than a poolI dive up in it like I'm swimming (splash)Knocking bitches offDaddy this ain't nothing newI'm Shaggy babyWould you let my dawgs Scooby DooShe said that's crazy but I tellHer this is what we doExpect the unexpected, you seen the movie tooRolling through the block (uh)Benjis on rock (uh)Bad bitch on my back, at the twelve o'clockT-5 barking on them pT5 tour ass on themCops come, double clutchFist tell that corner on themRide hard, fly it off like a MaseratiGetting low when I'm rollingShe gon' ride, she my BonnieMy mommy, little hottieVanilla Ice, check out her eyes and her bodyMy little right thingBitches be on my dick cuz theyKnow I be on some shitLike if you ain't fucking or suckingDon't even jump in the whipShe ride, tell her jump in (come on)She ain't tell her to hollerSliding in that ImpalaGrinding, chopping on choppersStill MOB, mommy's don't get a dollarI'm trying to fuck you for freeIf you tricking don't even botherI'm a PIMP, naked bitches in the 'scalaPut a blue and white Yankees shirtStriped polo with the collar (free)But everybody know my nameMeek Milly, flow is flamesPlus I got that fire manPuff just called me Lil WayneAnd I got a little gameHoes feeling a nigga's swagTryna fuck and suck me justTo get their niggas madSee this, I just sit and laughYou don't want to wife thatYou eating her and treating herSee I'm the one who piped thatSoon as I'm finished with herYou can have her right backIf I get a piece of pieMy man gonna slice thatBreakdown, take downShorty keep your mouth shutThis is what we do, 102, we ain't about thatI don't give a fuckI leave you stuck like a mousetrapMiddle of the city, tell yourRubber to get with me, niggaBitch

And we f**kin so much, we could hardly breathThis other niggaz flow is hard to leaveAnd I'm concrete with this Carter 3[SIZZLA:]Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-starMan a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stopYa ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-starMan a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop[T-STREETS:]Yessir, T –street, bang bang back in tha buildingThey call me streets, so call me streetsIf u call on reach, I'm on the streetsAnd I'm hungry like a dog on unleashBut I'm a tiger, and a dog is a feastAnd I see through the fog in the treesBecause the nigga makes a logs and leavesI walk through the jungle with a lion on my sleeveI need a money donor, cause I'm dying to resistI know mama gat her eyes on her seedTherefore, I never stop, I just proceedTheir eyes make the peace hard to readBut it says, "why I'm not leave[SIZZLA:]And they actin oh bodySee the giving whereThe only reason why them bogus livingAin't no way down, please stay downLet them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down...

Boy a fool, wonder what's coolTryin' to figure out what to rhyme aboutI heard your mans went cryin' to his mommy and his daddyWhen the cops drove by his house, so who you tryin' to dialIf you're lookin' for an answer, you're probably gonna find it nowAnd to the man in the hat standing lookin' at his watchMotherfucker, well the time is nowGo clap your hands, let me hear you say, "That's the jam"See I wouldn't be shit if I ain't have no fansCan't sit down kids you have to standJust put your hands up, you don't have to danceHere, we get it poppin' like it's PakistanIraq, Iran, and have them sayin' Mac's the manThe maximum, coming through to pass you bumsSo if you ain't got no money better ask for someHey, we came to get down, have a good timeBring the champagne out and the good wineWe gon' be sippin' and whippin' the sickest whipsSpittin' the illest shit that's sicker than syphilisComin' in the back door yellin', "Fuck a list"Fans takin' pictures while I'm tryin' to take a pissWe came to party, didn't come to give a shitNow sing this part, it goes like thisAll my people in the frontGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsEverybody in the backGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsIf you're feeling that funkGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsIf you like it like thatGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsAll my people in the frontGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsEverybody in the backGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsIf you're feeling that funkGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsIf you like it like thatGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsH-h-h-h-hold upEvery day they wanna ask me when I'll grow upI show up 'cause fans will go nutsTell the girls it's cool, look but don't touchI'll be home as soon as I can, I don't rushCause girl, you're baby girl, you're good just don't fussI wanna hear y'all clap, just like thatKeep it goin' I'ma bring it all backH-h-h-h-hold upEvery day they wanna ask me when I'll grow upI show up cause fans will go nutsTell the girls it's cool, look but don't touchI'll be home as soon as I can, I don't rushBaby, you're baby girl, you're good just don't fussI hear these couples fighting all the time, not usWe have a good time, like to get fucked upWhat, what, goin' hard tonightUnder twenty one, but find me at the bar tonightHey, driving round in my car tonightMaking music that ain't hard to like, I got the heart to writeA couple bars I might go doSomething crazy or maybe lazy, love me or hate meYou know it's the same meAnd it goes a little something like thisAll my people in the frontGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsEverybody in the backGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsIf you're feeling that funkGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsIf you like it like thatGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsAll my people in the frontGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsEverybody in the backGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsIf you're feeling that funkGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsIf you like it like thatGo and clap your handsGo and clap your handsBoy a fool, wonder what's coolTryin' to figure out what to rhyme aboutI heard your mans ran crying to his mommy and his daddyWhen the cops drove by his houseSo who you tryin' to dialIf you're lookin' for an answer, you're probably gonna find it nowAnd to the man in the hat standing looking at his watchMotherfucker, well the time is now

It's the same shitI'm out of the box like Apollo CreedI just want mo stack, cos me no trust no bodyOn my Jack Jones cos theseDickheads don't know moneyYou've got no soulThat's why your career's heading southI've ridden, I've ridden down the riverNow I'm finally at the mouthWhoo, let's get itBe me, what do I wanna be?

I'm a little mannish muthafuckaI take after my older brotherStarted off selling marijuana but now I'm selling yolaShit was gettin' hella funky at first When a nigga was stealin' a bitches purseEnded up gettin' kicked out of every Vallejo school They clocked me like a circusI was the little mannish motherfucker showing off in the back of the churchMy momma was quick to hit me with a switch and I say "that hurts"Get to the house, go to my room and talk some trashI never believed a hard head made a soft assCause I be moving fast and I'd be tryin' to stashBeat up the pizza man and then I straight dashedDisobedient sport cut my days shortMy momma got tired of takin' my ass back and forth ta courtI said "momma I'ma straighten up for you and I promise I won't warrant"Got me a job as a paper boy Twenty one dollars a monthFive o'clock in the morning Damn I'm slavin' for the fucking white manTwenty one dollars might buy me some ??

Uh huhBabyUh huh, uhSaid it's goin' on tonightYo, see yo, uh huh, ya'll know what it isWe 'bout to do it real big, yoSo So DefOff the heezy[Chorus]You off the heezyThe way you walkI'm tryin' to sample that tonightOff the heezyWe can do it real big, babyWould that be alrightOff the heezyIf you was my boo You could do whatever you want toI don't want to try to hold you downI just want to get it startedTyrese[Tyrese]All night long it's been hard for me to pay attentionTo what me and my peoples are doing, ehIt's not often that I'm in this positionThough I've seen a lot, but not this hotGirl, you've got me crazy[Chorus]Usually I don't pay no mind to girls this wayMe neitherBut honey ain't your average little mommyOh[Tyrese]Just tryin' to find the right thing to saySomething tells me that if you and I got it poppin'Girl, it won't be no stoppin'It'll be one thing after the other[JD]This is the part I like right here[Tyrese]Where've you beenWhat I gotta do to see you againAre the first words that came into my mindI never met nobody as bad as you (That's right)Who ain't got no attitudeThat's what makes the situation, for sure[JD]Uh-ohIt's that cat from the southEverybody just can't stop talkin' aboutLips stay poked out cause I cannot loseEvery record I make, I got something to proveIt's a man's world, so don't even trip real bigY'all know how I do this shitAnd I'm the truth like a California bag of treesFrom ATL to Watts nigga, off the heez'[Chorus: x2]I want to get it started oh

We was just down by three and they thought we took a lossThey couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking softTried to pick me off like ?

EBT, that's the cardI thank God, I thank God, but it's hard, but it's hardWork so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die aloneEvery diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestonePeople calling me, asking me for money, manThe only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial toneGod damn, god damn, we at it againMe and my homies that know me blowing up like the TalibanYeah, my stress up, but I'm blessed upFuck around and get messed upWhen I murder the rhyme, I'm living divineYou know that I'm one of a kindLemme get it right now, hoDraped up and I'm dripped out, right now, hoCaked up 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wondering how, soOn the down low, haters drown slowOn the down low, haters drown slowOh God, my God, we got it all rightOh God, my God, we gotta get it, right?

Sneak heroine, just a manSlow on the drawVelvet gloves, you still a stonerDon't be down, girl, this world is a bummerQueen of the rodeoYou rode on in with nowhere else to goYou know the tune so the words don't matterBeyond this town lies a life much sadderBabe, I knowAnother evening to showQueen of the rodeoSweet Mary Lynne, sad and goneHard to ignoreStary-eyed, a little youngerThe night is long, your days are numberedQueen of the rodeoYou're ridden out with nowhere else to goYou know the tune so the words don't matterBeyond this town lies a life much sadderBabe, I knowAnother evening to showI see you aroundStill aroundStill aroundSteal the crownSneak heroine, just a manSlow on the drawThey play your song, is it another?

You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, GodGood too see you too, GodLet's take the streets for a little rideOkay, we ridin' highYeah, you better light your L, smoke your L, and just kiss the skyHuh, and if you ever disrespect the Bus' or Meth, bye, dead man, dieYeah, I, I, I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time, God (yeah, yo)Come onI came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain (Tical)I'm bustin' that ass againI burn like acid rain, that ass is lameThese niggas tryna see how I come?

You're takin' a chanceSo look and I take one glance, there's a man inside an ambulanceCrowds are gettin' louderI wonder how the people wanna go fight for the white powderPeople hangin' in spotsThey waited 'til the blocks got hot and got raided by the copsI'll explain, the man sleepin' in the rainHis whole life remains inside a bottle of Night TrainAnother man got his clothes in a sack'Cause he spent every dime of his rent playin' blackjackAnd there's the poor little sisterShe has a little baby daughter named Sonya and Sonya has pneumoniaSo why's her mother in a club pullin' zippers?

Listen up money or should I say honeyListen up money or should I say honeyIn the beginning, there was Adam and EveBut some try to make itLook like Adam and SteveLike Georgie, why can't money find a honeyI couldn't believe when I foundOut he was funny you know fierce with justHis right ear pierced i couldn't hack itI knew this brother for yearsWalking in the ville withThem long dreadlocksBut on the DL, getting done up the butt boxOh my God how gross can one beWell anyway, better him than meUsed to be down with the crew andHad the girls that were defInstead of staying to the rightHe fell off to the leftSo Lord J being that you go nextPull the rest of his card cause I'm vexedMy man George got a germ that's illSuffering from terminal scagBut never ever getting caughtWalking like a fagThat's not his bag cause the plagueWas afraid to parade in dragSo instead he played the DL, brothers get jelCause honey's on his dickBut money won't swellHe'd rather call Manuel for a little duelHave a swordfight with toolsHe's wounded and I can't understandWhy a man would want to be a weak cipher manI thought the plan was to be hard as a rockNot riding a jock, sucking on a cockListen up money or should I say honeyListen up money or should I say honeyListen up money or should I say honeyListen up money or should I say honeyMy man George I thought he was on baseFind out later that he was a closet caseWoah, woah, he's a sweet thingGeorge was down with theTitty titty bang bangNow George swung with gaysJust the way he swaysEven fooled around with his mom's lingerieCome get it girlSomething fierce was his lineEven wore a dress and onHis face he had swineHe cipher monkey cipher, you fucking faggotCouldn't wait for gay parade soYou can drag it george used to flipWent from hitting skins toSucking nigga's dickGeorge better get a gripNow Georgie used to run with the ill brothersKids who liked to rob mothersAnd do a bunch of crazy thingsHe had the ladies, a baby, a shiny black 380That he always kept tucked andFilled with the slugsNow watch how money bugsWeight fell it's hard to tell butBelieve me George has slidComing out the closet was theDress that he hidFrom the boys when we was over there ISeen it out the corner of my eyeI said damn Georgie George signifyThe whole crew seen it nowThe whole block knowsThat George gets his kicksFrom wearing Wisdom's clothesNow Georgie Porgie pudding pieWhat made you choose the path of the gaysOh whyAin't got no reason, to hell with alibisWon't play basketball cause yourNails ain't dryCall me homophobic but I knowIt and you know itYou're filthy and funny toThe utmost exponentNever will I do that, disrespect my mommySo run and hide your salamiUsed to, didn't you, used to be my manInstead of shakingYou're dragging your handYes it's the Abstract the info providerHere's your new name - the rump riderListen up money or should I say honeyListen up money or should I say honeyListen up money or should I say honeyListen up money or should I say honeyListen up money or should I say honeyListen up money or should I say honey

And that's for Bone ThugsDear Lord, my sis has got Bone to look up toAnd feel proud of, on top of all of that thereMommy's out the ghetto nowI thank the Lord and thee, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony,For everything it brings to me, yeahI thank the Lord and thee, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony,For everything it brings to meBetter believe that we'll do em, do em,Shoot em, shoot emKill em, kill emNigga ain't gonna stop nothing, niggasBeen a long, hard wayBeen a long, long, long, hard wayAnd I gotta get mineGonna floss up in the bedWatching niggas watching meThat's trying to take mineBut I got something for em, watching niggasRunning away from meIt's time, bye, byeNigga don't wind up player hatingWe got much love in Mo ThugIt's all about Mo ThugIt's all Mo Thug, It's all Mo, Mo Thug [Repeat: x4]

Then she sent the text, that read, baby I'm at homeThen she sent another one that says she's all aloneSo I text her a smiley face and said let's do the grownShe said, "LOL, boy you crazy, come on"Then she said actually, you ain't gotta ask meSent that lil face with the tongue 'cause I'm nastyI'm on my way, girl, I can't wait, twitter me a pictureLet me see that okayShorty just text me, says she want to sex meLOL smiley face, LOL smiley faceShorty sent a Twitpic saying come and get thisLOL smiley face, LOL smiley faceGo to my page and follow and if you got a body like a coke bottleShorty sent a Twitpic saying come and get thisLOL smiley face, LOL smiley faceEmail Me Shawty Text Bay send your boy a smiley faceGucci Mane X-rated we could make a sex tapePics on my iPhone, Gucci on her iPodWhen she turn around, ass make you say, "Oh God!"Mommy real beautiful, manicured cuticles, office jobStudent girl, holding down her cubicleAnd she got my number tell her man that's like a miracleSaid she like my swag, but love 6's on my vehicleG-A to V-A, Cali girls love me, Brooklyn girls hug meMiami girls sexy, pull up in the stretchyJump out flexing, first date sexing, next night texting (well damn!)

[Chorus]Drag-On, n****s act onMessin' wit' the team - it's gon' be a sad songX will bring the day and the night'Cause we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right[DMX]Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it isWhen my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to liveI'm eatin' day by day; ain't nothin' sweet about itAct like you don't know what I'm sayin' then you read about itBuilt for war like a armadilloSmokin' yo' a**; put two through the pillowHear my s*** through windowsManic depressive, and my head hurtsSoon as the dead thirst, I'll wet him firstNow wait a minute; it gets worseI can't control what I own insideSo I take it out on the soul of that kid that diedSpit fire, cross n****s like barbecuesMobbin' crews, strippin' n****s, robbin' crewsAnd put him speechless when I made him eat thisHollow tip, and you can follow gripYou be like Kim and ain't gon' swallow s***Don't know the half, couldn't know the mathTo understand the wrath of a man split in halfBut he got what he wanted; shot for three hundredS*** is tight, and a n**** that's right gots to run itAin't no question; that's how I get downN****s know gimme yo' dough and yo' ho, and, here, take these fo'Hot things; I got things that make n****s spinPut n****s in the wind where you never see n****s againBless a n**** with fifties - the thin typesAnd a straight blast that'll put pinstripes across your windpipe[Chorus x 2][Drag-On]Drag opposite water more than a spot orderMy flows cause fire then bring holesTakes more than a pump to out this little punk'Less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped, still I burn to HellCall the police, and whatever they don't seizeAnd put in they mouth, and catch freeze; tell 'em throw Drag some keysDon't care how many oyeas I gotta make believeIf you nervous, you don't deserve it poppi, pleaseCats stealin' gats; y'all probably will get hitWell, I'm the future; let's see y'all copy this, stopping thisSince a tiny kid like, "mommy, buy me this."

To our daddy, "Where Mommy at?"Him tellin' me, "She ain't comin' back"Me lookin' at my four-year-old sisterTears runnin' down her poor little dimplesDamn memories when it was hardFor your little mansCan it be that it was all so simple then?