Poison Bananas
(专辑: You Know What It Is Vol. 3 - 2005)
P-p-p-p Unit You pussy ass nigga! P-p-p-p Unit You pussy ass nigga! P-p-p-p Unit You pussy ass nigga! Who the
snitch? You the
snitch Who the
bitch? You the
bitch [x4] Look, get ya mask took off When I
blast four off Pump the
shotty Throw your body Where the
grass grow tall Jeah, I'm like tango for the
cash Orange Jag Looking like a
mango when it pass With the
tato on the
mack I
ain't talking 'bout bagging up work when I
put Yayo in the
bag Fuck is you rhyming about? You 30, just getting in the
game, you should be trying to get out You it's drama when the
llama get out Pull and spit the
lead Bullets hit your head Then your mind'll sit out By the
time they find this shit out I'm in a
different state In a
different zip, different whip, different plates Wait! I
put the
heater to your head You G
Unit Ninja Turtles cause your leader is rat Scrat! It's simple as 1,2,3 You lames Wanna get at Game You gotta come through me Tony Yayo Get out the
way ho Lloyd Banks just got shot Technique pass the
mack And aim it at Curtis Jack You ain't right Trying to be Frank White You getting smacked Little accident murderer I
just now heard of ya And the
next time you disrespect the
west, E
serving ya Yayo You better lay low Cause the
M.O.B. got some killers on the
payroll I
put a
million dollar hit on you snitches Show you why we call ourselves Money Over Bitches [Chorus] I
got a
clip full of poison bananas And some cold hard killers from Compton (here monkey, monkey) I
got a
clip full of poison bananas And a
cold hard killer from Philly (here monkey, monkey) I
got a
clip full of poison bananas And a
cold hard killer from Long Beach (here monkey, monkey) I
got a
clip full of poison bananas And a
cold hard killer from L.A. (here monkey, monkey) Olivia, get back in the
car 'Fore I
smack you like 50 did Fredo Starr And he picking on lil niggas Is it me or is it every video, Curtis Jackson get a
lil bigger? Nigga using that muscle enhancement All I
need is a
couple dumbells and a
sandwich Fuck holding a
conference I'll run to Violator, hold Chris Lighty for hostage Cause Banks doing gay porn, come out the
closet! Either that or I'mma knock Chris Lighty unconsciencious Cut all the
non-sense You was PC'd up Hit the
bricks, rapping 'bout the
corner like you Common Talk of New York? You Jorge Pasada I
throw 'em, you catch 'em, that's not a
threat, that's a
promise You did 6
months, now you a
convict? I
accepted your phones calls now you got me on some wild shit Judge said, "Time spent" Now you can get it from the
same gun homicide dropped five dimes with And next time you try to kiss me on the
cheek You won't be alive long enough to put out my heat [Chorus] Welcome to the
west, let me show you what hood like My niggas down to sit on death row and ain't fucking with Suge Knight Tag your left toes, wish you niggas a
good night Rock-a-by baby Chrome .380 Screaming, "Ready to die" Them niggas ain't crazy On the
black wall on the
mini street that they can't be A
pine box plenty of leg room Game, hit me, we're watching X's rented in Cancun I'm look at the
two like, "The nerve of this damn dude" Pointing a
beam at him, locating his next wound Talk to my heat Chi-Chi get the
Yayo Replace that G
Unit bandana with a
halo [Chorus]