Bugz - Bugz '97 lyrics

[Bugz] f** that! Who run sh** once these drums hit? You dove headfirst into some old dumb sh** Here's a can of a**whip, for you to come get Your clique made they trip, I make them hoes s** mint Ask them girl, they know the scoop, don't f** with Bugz b**h I chop off her titty, have you s**ing one tit Them pink belly n***as, is who you run wit Making half-a** songs, sh**ty snares and one kick I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit! You could make a double album, won't have one hit! Your entire outfit is on some bullsh** And there's not a damn one that I can't outwit I ad-mit, that my style is unfit For momma's baby boy, because I'm on some dumb sh** Like I commit, larceny, give harm quick You pull the alarm switch I stab you in your armpit Now who the nitwit wanna come get wit This egotistic hip-hop fundamentalistic Don't risk it, you get your sh** split Now keep your distance, and keep existence I'm persistent when it comes to bend sh** Smoke the blunt with my judge right before my sentence I'm relentless, to deny is senseless Your b**h pay my bill, that's where the hell your rent went f** that!