Verse 1 - Brotha Lynch Hung
I'll put your brains in the trash compactor, I'm actin' backwards
In the Cadillac I'm smacked with a light skin, I wanna be active
Backin' that a** up, askin' a..?..I snatch 'em I'm in the studio
Pay for the motel room you ho, who gon' know, we stay on the low
Twist a n***a like an Optimo, the block befo', high, just stop n' go
Ampm, Cheveron, Heat, maybe even Stop & Go
Shootin' eagles(?) like a hospital, possible murder mayhem
Cuz if you got an attitude to it why didn't you say dat
Man we coulda tussle like muscle, but madesicc of this
Split'cha rib, you k**ed a body then you gotta get rid of it quick
Season of uh put 'em in the oven, disappear like (?) flicks
Gimme two shovels and a dumptruck, that n***a spit sh** so thick
Yeah, ay, that n***a spit poison it's like thistle tips
You can keep on tryin' to get with this it's that (?) sh**