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Wit Yo Punk Azz Lyrics

Yeah,Yeah
One time foe yo muthphuckin mind
It's the Drunken Master in this peice
Representin, for you punk azz n*****
b**** I'm back screamin "I don't care"
Throw yo guns in the p****in air
While you n***** be sippin Moet-n-Crystal
I be stickin up fools with a b***** pistol
Got a gloc on k*** when I ride the block
Hot bullets leave yo azz in a state of shock
Most playa hated by the playa hataz I know
n**** p**** yo azz and yo ugly ho
I could give a p**** less what coast your from
Cuz you can play Forest Gump and catch the dump dumps
b****, just like the last
m****p****a, who crossed my path, wit yo punk azz.

When a n**** playa hates me for a b****,
Keep my name out yo outh wit yo punk azz (punk azz n****)
When a n**** owe me money, and I see you at the club sippin moe
Gimme my loot wit yo punk azz.

Back up on the block, ho's suck d***
n***** gettin high yellin Dice ain't s***t
**** to ya jaw, screamin p**** the law
p**** H.I.V. I'm goin in raw
Scurvy, p****in prostitutes like James Worthy
You got the nerve to serve me, biotch
Ya don't know my style
Scurv azz n**** from 7 mile
Got a pistol in my pocket, and a joint in my mouth
I wanna b**** wit an azz like a ho down south
I wanna get drunk, but I'm low on cash
So I take yo stash, wit yo punk azz.
When you wanna smoke my weed and ain't put 5 in
Back the p**** up wit yo punk azz (punk azz n****)
When I'm chillin wit a b**** all day and you ain't p****in
Walk the p**** home wit yo punk azz. (punk azz n****...come here, come here)
I'm only into two thangs, that's loot and fam
At the crib baggin grams
Tryin to come up on a hundred grand
I got plans to be the black Bugz Boran
Red bones and sun tans
Givin me head inside the tour van
Once my gun jammed and I ran like the wind
Brave n***** die young
The ones that run rock the gems
Ride a Benz, make loot wit they friends
Rock beat's and Timb's, have s** with only fly fem's
So try to pretend not to see in the clubs
Mad cuz they on the block still flippin dubs
Only show love to those truly gettin cash
So n**** why would you ask, wit yo punk azz.

Yeah, so now you n***** know, Drunken Master back in this peice representin for all you b**** azz, busta azz n***** talkin all that s***t, and all you b****ez that aint p****in, all ya'll can eat a d***, wit yo punk azz.
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