Kissin' The Curb

Hey yo Aftermath is my family nigga! Yeah F*ck you want to know what size shoe I wear for? When I could put a f*ckin mule's shoe in your chest cavity nigga! Yeah, Bishop Lamont, Busta Rhymes, bitch! F*ck that, bear arms, it's my constitutional right Wild, wild west, this is how we fight See death around the corner, every day, every night Act a fool, I pack a tool, unscrew your bug light What it do, be cool, or be cool in the morgue tonight I'm hot new, but not new to the game, alright? La's move, I ain't got shit to prove Unlike you fag ass rappers that's baggers on youtube Subliminal disses, yeah I caught you And you, and you, and you, but where's your album debut? You see a bitch when you peer in the mirror, I'm not you I'm grown, I've been dropped out of f*ckin high school And my backpack nigga is where I tuck that tool I'll be waitin in your kitchen to hop out like Zool I don't jet, I'll promise that If you niggas really know what's good You don't really want no problems (OHH!) Check When the leather strapped with the horse And we ridin through "Desperado" style knick Sick, the way a motherf*cker spit 'til I'm hoarse And you know that's how I do it all the while prick (OH!) And you don't want no problems bitch (just get to kissin the curb) See you don't want me poppin snitch (just get to kissin the curb) I don't care if you a trick (just get to kissin the curb) This motherf*cker think he slick (just get to kissin the curb) I'm sayin Tough guy, every motherf*ckin rhymer When I catch 'em in the street they delicate as fine china Bitch ass "na" got sand in they vagina Get shook they like "wha" like The Spoof was behind 'em I'm no Spector but the tech bro Go through all's flow, come get ya Wet ya, you pearl tongue Clitoris, I'm serious, equivalent to none Aftermath, yeah you know I got to say it Only cause I know you jealous bitch niggas hate it Probably caught your girl on myspace When she f*ckin you, she seein my face That boy shinin, so you know about that REDRUM But f*ck with me, better duck when them sounds come F-f-fresh I get, f-f-fresh I spit Hot girls, got even stone dykes on my dick It's not a figment, of my imagination Just a benefit, of Dre affiliation Pimp genetics, natural charm, good conversation But f*ck the broads bro, back to my battle station Who want it? You goin to get it I FedEx it to your house, same day send it Entrepreneur homeboy, I'm with the business Blue collar, bloody your collar If they said you dead, I ain't got to spend a dollar (nope) It's free of charge when you know the Don Dada I know O.O.G.'s probably rob your father's father If you ain't prepared to die, motherf*cker don't bother