Now $hort! I know you didn't think that sh** was over,
you little ugly a** n***a! Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
ain't no love, $hort (4x) Now mickity mic down
Guns out, mothaf**as
Lowin' the holes
It's the kid from the gutter
Punks get on tapes
And they sound so real
But real n***as don't get in court and squeal
Yeah, regard all that punk a** Racia sh**
Got on the stand and ran your mouth
Like a b**h, little snitch
Pooh-Man did it! Pooh-Man did it!
He made me with it!
Court is in session, $hort
And you've been indicted
Hoe trusta Oakland busta
And you gets no love from the gutter
See we remember when you had to have
A baserock cawy and a nice hot bath
Smokin' and chokin', Sir Too $hort
Just thinkin' about the day before
See you never shouldn't f**
With the real k**a
I goes deep on you dopefiend n***a
Got on the mic and called me a punk
And funk is what you want So there it is, junk
Dirty, tired, f**ed around
And get my foot off in his a**
Let's hood ride, mob, f** talkin' bad
No punk let?s me check myself, partner
I ain't gonna bust ya
I rather ride up and drop ya
But the rappin' is weak sh**
And I'm down with this street sh**
And you ain't sh** but a weak b**h
The ugliest n***a in rap
Try to cap on the n***a
From the mothaf**in' hood
So when I see you it's all good Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
ain't no love, $hort (4x) Ant Banks: read this... I boarded to your a** last year
But you didn't hear me dough
It's 94 and Banks need a little more
Lips lookin' hell of luscious
Digidy down goes my zipper
n***a, you can s** this
And you must like slurpin' dicks
Because you ridin' on $hort's tip
Like a jockin' little b**h
Ridin' around in your too-$hort-hand-me-down
I left the Dangerous Crew
And that's why you're clownin' now
The bigidy Banksta ain't no gigidy gigidy gangsta
When the truth comes out you ain't sh** but a pranksta
Try to hang in my hood lookin' out of place
With that blank a** look on your face:
(What should I do? What should I do?)
Now get in where you fit in, chunk
can't hang on the block
Cause you ain't sh** but a punk
So I ain't givin' no rule
To a**ume you want some mothaf**in' funk
Then bring it to the crew
So bring it on if your a** want to trip
And to this hollow-tip, b**h
Blast that a**, yes I would
Cause on the streets, n***a, it's all good Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
ain't no love, $hort Beep, beep, beep
Oh, there goes my pager
And it's your b**h, yo, I think I best to fade her
Took her to the motel parking lot
Little light skinned b**h got just a little too hot
it's goin' down, pannies comin' off
Another tramp b**h got automatically toasted
I think you found out and got jealous
Cause I was diggin' your b**h
And runnin' back tellin' all the fellas
But you took her home
And wanted to marry the b**h
I would dig her in this, mister
And bury the b**h
Stop spendin' all your cash and fix your teeth
$hort Dog must like bein' ugly
Came at a n***a wrong
Little cavity creep walkin' around with Nikes on
b**h a** n***a ain't got no heart
Be ready to finish anythin' your punk a** started
Cause I did funk with the best
So when you ridin' in your lexus
n***a, put on the vest
And stay the f** out my hood
Cause d**h is a factor and it's all good Too $hort...
Nothin' can save ya
ain't no love, $hort (4x)