I Want Some Pussy (Chorus) I want some motherfucking pussy I want some motherfucking pussy I want some motherfucking pussy Hey, bitch, I want some motherfucking pussy (repeat x1) Dr. Gigglez: When it comes to fucking Ya boy He don't hesitate Met this little freak Straight going Down at Jackson State Told her that my name was Nate Took her ass on a date Straight to the Knights Inn Cuz a nigga couldn't wait Mane, I want some pussy And I know she want some dick too A pink-toed that's down to do the whole crew Now that's it's over with Bitch, I'mma holla ho Next time I want to fuck I'mma hit ya on the phone (On the phone) Big Smoke: I stopped at the corner store That's whene I had met this ho A big booty red-boned ho. Her name was Michelle She loved to give a nigga head She sucking and fucking doing her thang She never scared. I done spit my game See the bitch was feeling me Wanting me to fulfill all of her freaky fantasies Got her to the house The bitch here Was goin out the frame She sucked my dick from the back And I forgot the hoes name And that's a shame (Chorus x2) 81: Shawty that ass is fat Double stacked in them Capris I wanna gut that cat You should've been a top model For Baby Phat So is you really ready? Hold on! Cuz I'm never showing no slack Straight gut action from the back So let me be your fucking friend And not your man Hold your fanny in my hand And drill it in That's how I do it Beat it Mistreat it And never eat it Cuz sluts Get to sucking on my nuts While you acting sidity Like You don't wanna fuck Dizzy duck Do your job Slurp and slob Hustle squad Free of charge (Yeah, That's how we do So come jump on my team) Lil Peoples: I'm looking for a bad, bad bitch Like Trina Don't want no divas Just want a thick red-bone With a fine ass demeanor I specialize in Lane hoes Cuz they are Some freaky ass lil' sluts Though They like to bend over Make they knees touch they elbows And let the dick Touch the back Of they fucking throat When I saw that ho At the Bull Market #5 I knew right then I had to have them thick as thighs I ain't gon lie I slid right by and got them digits I spit that real pimpin And got on down Cuz a nigga all about them riches (Chorus x2) Da Grym Reefer: We you know What I came for I didn't come to chit-chat Or else I'd just stayed on the phone Bitch, I came to hit that Split that Kit-Kat Holla if you dig that Turn your ringer off Tell your nigga you've been kidnapped. I ain't got no time to play I just got some pipe to lay I ain't got no time to save So don't be asking me to pay I'll break ya face and hurt ya feelings No trick or treat I'm bout my pimpin Bustin nuts on bitches lips And get some grips and split Before you flip the script And that's how I do it Follow your own discretion If you follow my influence I know hoes who went to Moorehead Known for giving more head Slow head Whoa head Everything but no head Around these bitches Watch your bread Cum sucking sluts Are amuck Trying to get in you head When a nigga... (Chorus to fade)

Nothin' From Nothin' Da Grym Reefer Verse 1 Why am I lonely? Why make a bitch my one and only... Open up to get to know me And to only find her phony? Why don't we walk it out Move forward and talk it out Discussing all our doubts Instead of getting pissed and pout Why are we wasting time Playing games with our mines Calling me yours, I'm calling you mines Just to argue all the time? Why don't we save the time And the strains on our minds Call up Hook up Fuck And then you go your way And I go mines? Why do we bother Even calling at all Cuz when we argue nothing ever gets solved Plus emotions involved? Why do we even Try to bother with trust? There's only you And me There is no us So what the fuck? Why? ...Do I always feel the brunt on the pain I'm always wrong Even when I try to do the right thing... I guess... That's just A fucking part of the game Study motherfuckers in love the always end up insane So just... (Hook) Get to fucking and sucking And fuck the kissing and hugging Because that shit ain't bout nothing ANd nothing from nothing Leaves nothing (repeat x3) Da Grym Reefer Verse 2: Why ain't I versatile? Why don't I change my style And say something good about women Every once in a while Haven't attempted In fact never been tempted Stay pimpin' cuz even the "good women's" Bitchin has made my mood foul I'm sick of arguing Quarelling Making up and departing Pardon how I dishearten But would you get out? That is the fuck out my face Before I blow out your face Or blow your mind out When I pull my nine out Sick of the dating The hating The make-believe and the faking The demon seeds and the Satans And the problem child Or tricking off figgaz with diggaz Sack chasin' niggaz for skrilla I figure what is the sense of even goin out It's not like I can't talk nice about women I just don't want to cuz so many hoes Chose to be angry Cuz I don't want you You hate me forever if you want to But that shit still won't make me want you So won't you... (Hook x4) King Cheifa: Everyday you complain I'm sick and tired of this shit I'mma could pack my bags And leave this bitch You ain't bringing shit To this realtionship All you trying to do Is spend my grip But I ain't having it So get to stepping I'mma tell you like this I've got a lethal weapon Hard on bitches and here's the reason why All you hoes trying to do is get a peace of the pie You complain about this You complain about that Not once did I complain about your big funky ass Sick of hoes always trying to get shit for the free But it's nothing from nothing A bitch gets nothing from me! WHAT!?! (Hook x4)

Suic-Psychosis Da Grym Reefer: Yeah, this song here...is about.... Fuck it. Just listen.... (Verse 1) Everybody thinks they know me Just because they know my name But no one knows my pain So they call me insane Paranoid sleeping with my finger on the trigger Just because you saw me yesterday Don't mean today I'm the same nigga I'll blow out your brains nigga Look at my eyes and you might notice I suffer from a condition that I call suic-psychosis Diagnosis: Nuerosis with a ferocious psychosis And I don't know just how long I can control it With Bogus motherfuckas all on a motherfucker I Wanna bust caps at bustas like pinatas Full of suckas And trust motherfuckers bout as far As I could throw your fat-assed mothers Wanna go over town and spray you fuckas Like crop dustas Pop you with a fucking pump Lock you in the fucking trunk Now I'm going crazy, mane. All I see is blood, mane. I don't feel no love, mane. None of the above, mane. The reason that I'm in this game. (Hook) Diagnosis: Nuerosis with a ferocious psychosis And I don't know just how long I can control it (with a) Diagnosis: Nuerosis with a ferocious psychosis And I don't know just how long I can control it (Verse 2) I'm the nigga that you love to hate The wrong nigga to fuck with Flush this whole world down the toilet I don't love shit You probably think Somebody needs to give my ass a hug quick Too late Now it's only hat that I'm in love with. My cure is beyond some hugs, bitch. Beyond some thug shit. Wanna be down put you underground Feeding you to bugs, bitch. I'm too disgusted With motherfuckers to trust shit Losing my mind But not enough to fuck with your kind A style from hell Satan ghost-wrote me this rhyme Told me to kill myself and you At the same time. Grab the nine Mesmerized by the way that it shines Or the tech nine Delfonic chronic Didn't I blow your mind this time Lose your mind Follow mines Bitch and go the same route Go to hell Go to church Blow the preachers brains out Didn't mean to say that shit But it just fell out Wish I was dead Put it my head And take myself out (Gunshot)

Da Grym Reefer Verse 1: It's me Dick Hennessey The one with the Magnums Said you can swallow my seeds But can't plant 'em I kidnap Pimp slap Hoes that spring parent traps Guess U want me to break bread With you Perhaps Asking me what's the name of our baby to be If he makes it out this rubber Name the motherfucker Hercules You think by running that game That you'd be hurting me But that's the reason that you hoes Get no ove from me. Up to fuckery That's why you're suffering You really hurt the kid That's why you get nothing from me Fucking tramp ho Need to be On the Maury Show Either find out who the real daddy is Or just let it go I ain't got no time To be Spending my lifetime Trying to support A bitch Or a kid That ain't mines Can't believe I'm going through this shit With a bitch again Fuck these Magnums I'm switchin To Michellin (Chorus) I'm working hard trying to get rich (get rich) But I can't These bitches all on my dick (all on my dick) This child support shit (repeat Chorus) Denny Lucci: I done had false alarms With fake bitches And I done had lying hoes That's trying to get me Pretty smile Fat ass And the mind is wicked Trying to set a nigga up Just to stack riches I love kids It's the momma that's always fucking shit up Always talking shit Bitch, get out and ride the bus I'm tired of hearing ya mouth girl So shut the fuck up You don't like my ways then pack ya shit up Cuz I could give a friendly fuck About your crying and shit. Talking bout you pregnant Quit all that lying and shit Cuz it ain't funny Hoes do this shit for money In the mall wilding out While you pinching and scrubbing On the Muary show Talking all that loud shit But when the test come back Who the triffling bitch. On the Muary show Talking all that loud shit But when the test come back Who the triffling bitch. Ho! (Chorus x2) Da Grym Reefer: Plenty hoes know my name Many hoes running game Plenty hoes try to play Every nigga like the same With no shame Whether slick Whether lame Either wild Whether tame In a niggaz ass All these hoes a pain Wanna see a ho go wild Just give a bitch a child Watch her run from hot to mild Like a model Change her style Many bitches hate me now Wearing rubbers is a must What is Reefer's deepest fear? Planting seeds inside a slut! J Slum: Baby momma So much drama Man, you know they with the shit Getting mad a nigga Cuz he with another bitch How the fuck you gone get hot and start to catch an attitude Seen Alisha at the mall buying Cambrion some shoes You ain't nothing but a snot And need to get your shit together Trying to find a ride to club So you can shake your tail feather While you constantly getting jealous Need to have your ass at home Paying someone else to watch your child You need to watch your own (Chorus to fade)