Scary Movie 3 Page #8

on your enemies

Listen and observe me

Doo doo like tore sandals

I never reach,

I got pull like door handles

Boy got flame, man,

I burn like your candles

Are you in key

on your life's piano?

Lifestyle is "Sopranos"

Here today

but then you're gone tomorrow

Proceed to bubble...

The need is kind of dire,

live wire

Like an electric box

during a storm

Forced to live like this

Or that's how real

it's gonna get

You can live or you can

die, die, die

You can bounce up like a "G"

or break down and cry

You's a beotch, unh, yeah

And that's word

from the ill crowd

Thug, look at what you got,

please

Poppin' shots

on your enemies

Thug, look at what you got,

please

Poppin' shots

on your enemies

[Kebyar's "Smoke It Up" plays]

Just shake and break

and roll it up

Just stay and blaze

and smoke it up

And if you're not alone,

then you better find the door

Now, while you hang around

V.I.P.

Naw, we smokin' good,

should be chillin' with me

You like the way

the green tickle your nose

Making you want to slip out

those clothes and get...

I hear you giggle

but you know it's the truth

Why don't you bounce in my

crib, we can roll on the roof

You can introduce Kebyar

to your crew

We can get down and maybe

they would like to come, too

Just shake and break

and roll it up

Just stay and blaze

and smoke it up

Just shake and break

and roll it up

Just stay and blaze

and smoke it up

And if you're not alone,

then you better find the door

Time to bring it in on,

all night I'm on the wrong...

My Caddy ridin' down the 285,

lookin' live up in the ride

I love it,

the way it makes me move now

Blow it out my nose

on the way to the door

I want it, I need it

to make me groove now

If I don't have it...

I love it,

the way it makes me move now

Yo, yo, yo

Who you lookin' at?

Tryin' to clock us?

I ain't feelin' that,

you can't stop us

Who you lookin' at?

Don't try to drop us

'Cause ain't nobody,

can't nobody ever touch us

Yeah, notice...

Bullets spark through

your parka

But it's really your fault

It was silly to talk

Feelin' ya grillin' me

Stop tryin' to get rid of me,

the streets know this

See, death threats

are never bogus

If you're dead wrong,

we stand strong

Collective soldiers,

warriors

By any means

come out victorious

Don't be sayin' my name

Who you lookin' at?

Tryin' to clock us?

I ain't feelin' that,

you can't stop us

Who you lookin' at?

Don't try to drop us

'Cause ain't nobody,

can't nobody ever touch us

You don't want to

get bitten by pedigree...

Venomous sting sideline him

till his physique

Looks like a leak,

distressed, took like a thief

He quit thuggin'

cold turkey

Yo, who you lookin' at?

Tryin' to clock us?

I ain't feelin' that,

you can't stop us

Who you lookin' at?

Don't try to drop us

'Cause ain't nobody,

can't nobody ever touch us

Hey, yo,

what you feelin' like?

I got ya

[Dame Lee's "Rock Rock

Bounce Bounce" plays]

I'm one of the greatest

natural phenomenons

Like Ramadan

I wish you could see what

I've seen when the drama's on

And when the drama's on

Call flex,

the bomb is on

Cocked and loaded

Safely holstered

under my left arm

Cold shoulder,

that's how I hold it

Now I play the drama bringer,

degrader

Dame Lee

Rock, rock, rock,

bounce, bounce, bounce

Rock, rock, rock,

bounce, bounce, bounce

Rock, rock, rock,

bounce, bounce, bounce

Dame Lee, Dame Lee

Rock, rock, rock,

bounce, bounce, bounce

MAHALIK:

Deejay, spin that sh*t!

- [Note plays]

- GE ORGE:
B*tch

- [Lower note plays]

- Ho

[Notes playing]

GE ORGE:
Now everybody

in the 2-0-2

Throw your hands in the air

'cause Fat Joe is through

Now everybody in the 2-0-2,

throw 'em up

- Check it out.

- Go! Go! Go!

I'm a white boy,

but my neck is red

I put Miracle Whip

on my Wonder Bread

My face is pale, nah,

I've never been in jail

Me and Buffy spend

every winter in Vail

How many b*tches

have I slapped?

Zero, unh

And Martha Stewart

happens to be my hero

I grew up on a farm,

and I was born with no rhythm

Dr. Phil's my uncle,

and I like to hang with him

I can't dance,

I wear khaki pants

My middle name's Lance,

my grandma's from France

So maybe I'm wack

'cause my skin ain't black

But you can't talk smack

'Cause whitey

just struck back

[25 fps by Ejder-Z]

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