Lyrics

Mirror mirror on the motha' fuckin' wall Who's the fearest, baddest, motherfuckin' crookest of them all? (Crook, let's give 'em another one) Notorious for biggin' niggas up Tupac, I westside and thug a fuck nigga right the fuck up Crip a blood nigga up Crippled thug, he bloodied up Bam Bam bangin' gang banga's up Nigga just don't give a fuck Got that gat, well ya better lift it up Oh please, please shoot Like pussy nigga follow through With what you said you was gon' do Scoop the fuck over doo doo I'm the shit, I'm the doo doo You can't get doo doo off shit Watch this fuckin' crown fit (Yuh) I-T, I'm IT You can't have shit without IT Nigga, who's this? Knock knock, Bam Bam, I'm at your front door "Mister Bam I'm finna call the law. Oh no" Fuck the laws, I'll call the goddamn laws on myself Then I lay the laws down gently, then I take off my belt Then I beat 'em beat 'em beat 'em right into a patty melt Then I pat lil' Patty ass and then I fuck that hoe myself (Fuck the laws, I'll call the goddamn laws on myself Then I lay the laws down gently, then I take off my belt Then I beat 'em beat 'em beat 'em right into a patty melt Then I pat lil' Patty ass and then I fuck that hoe myself)
Writer(s): Keith Crook-johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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