[M-Child] [Chorus x2]
Pushing rocks on the block, I'm never broke, man.
Try to saw me, you get served.. With no regard.
Boy, don't test me 'cause I'm tired of teaching lessons.
Boy, don't test me 'cause I'm tired of teaching lessons.
[M-Child]
We be deep, like roaches on the counter in the projects,
We all be slummed out, yeah, Generation-X.
To you junkies who finger fuck with your boy, I got that shit,
Heat it up and cook that shit, stir it up like Nestle Quick.
My pager be on, making deals on the cell phone,
If you call me at home, I think you're trying to do me wrong.
You know the game, I be a fucking disease,
Junking be rucking, looking at this guy saying they ABCs.
I got a straw, they sticking needles in they tongue,
Smoking out of weed bongs, some old, some young,
But who gives a fuck, my nigga all talking dollars,
Throw at school with my nigga Teddy and I stole an Impala.
Close shop, 5-0, got a young nigga; Noid,
All the dopies in the stash by Kamikaze boys.
Be on top of that shit, being broke, I can't afford,
Niggas who slip-steal bungie jump with no cord, hah.
[Chorus x2]
[???]
Now a nigga on the crazy, got that late night, I'm on it.
Trying to scratch some give and gets,
MC Mack ain't becoming your friend,
Go to the Southside; Scan Man, the boy,
and M-Child, getting his ass hit.
[Chorus x2]
[M-Child]
I say they call me M-Child, fresh out the O.M.P.
I never let a junky slide, sell 'em P.A.C.
And cliqued up with all my niggas from the O.M.P.
If you think I'm lying, ask another my nigga,
that's if you don't believe me.
We young niggas, we keep it crazy; the last days,
Rapping and trying to get paid, fuck being a slave.
Duck and dodging my grave 'cause I'm not ready to leave,
I stay for perm, got a lot of naughty tricks on my sleave.
My nigga, let me procede.. They'll discipline what you need.
Take 'em down, do with me and break 'em down like weed.
I don't give a fuck; M-Child, I'm worthy,
On the track, booming llell, go to sleep, wake up early.
Niggas thought I won't going to make it in this R.A.P.
G.A.M.E., I mastered this shit perfectly.
By any means, I'm making green-child with it, yo.
Like a bitch I won't go, so tell that shit to your hoe, yeah.
[Chorus x5]
Pushing rocks on the block, I'm never broke, man.
Try to saw me, you get served.. With no regard.
Boy, don't test me 'cause I'm tired of teaching lessons.
Boy, don't test me 'cause I'm tired of teaching lessons.
[M-Child]
We be deep, like roaches on the counter in the projects,
We all be slummed out, yeah, Generation-X.
To you junkies who finger fuck with your boy, I got that shit,
Heat it up and cook that shit, stir it up like Nestle Quick.
My pager be on, making deals on the cell phone,
If you call me at home, I think you're trying to do me wrong.
You know the game, I be a fucking disease,
Junking be rucking, looking at this guy saying they ABCs.
I got a straw, they sticking needles in they tongue,
Smoking out of weed bongs, some old, some young,
But who gives a fuck, my nigga all talking dollars,
Throw at school with my nigga Teddy and I stole an Impala.
Close shop, 5-0, got a young nigga; Noid,
All the dopies in the stash by Kamikaze boys.
Be on top of that shit, being broke, I can't afford,
Niggas who slip-steal bungie jump with no cord, hah.
[Chorus x2]
[???]
Now a nigga on the crazy, got that late night, I'm on it.
Trying to scratch some give and gets,
MC Mack ain't becoming your friend,
Go to the Southside; Scan Man, the boy,
and M-Child, getting his ass hit.
[Chorus x2]
[M-Child]
I say they call me M-Child, fresh out the O.M.P.
I never let a junky slide, sell 'em P.A.C.
And cliqued up with all my niggas from the O.M.P.
If you think I'm lying, ask another my nigga,
that's if you don't believe me.
We young niggas, we keep it crazy; the last days,
Rapping and trying to get paid, fuck being a slave.
Duck and dodging my grave 'cause I'm not ready to leave,
I stay for perm, got a lot of naughty tricks on my sleave.
My nigga, let me procede.. They'll discipline what you need.
Take 'em down, do with me and break 'em down like weed.
I don't give a fuck; M-Child, I'm worthy,
On the track, booming llell, go to sleep, wake up early.
Niggas thought I won't going to make it in this R.A.P.
G.A.M.E., I mastered this shit perfectly.
By any means, I'm making green-child with it, yo.
Like a bitch I won't go, so tell that shit to your hoe, yeah.
[Chorus x5]
If you don t back off I m killing myself x4 M Child I think you pushed the wrong button ...
M Child Yo I m gonna slow it down to you non rapping ass niggas who always got something to say about a ...
M Child Chorus x4 Grab the gauge full of rage cause the bullshit you started Put your vest on bitch and wa...
M Child Chorus x2 We them thugs from the south south bout to turn it out out We them thugs f...
M Child Chorus Dirty bitch a dirty bitch She s a dirty bitch a dirty bitch I heard your momma was a...
Chorus x2 Kamikaze niggas in this motherfucker just trying to maintain On a mission for paper nigga or fuckin...
MChild Chorus x2 Associating with bullshit got me Gon Madd Associating with stupid hoes got me Gon Madd You fu...
