(feat. Ty Shaun)
[Ty Shaun (via phone)]
Yo..
Yo, this Ty Shaun, man
Word to mutha, man
AKA Ty Nitty
AKA William P. Holla
Man, this my n***a Clue
(Shout Outs)
You know how we do this man
Word to mutha, man
Yo... Yo...
[Ty Shaun]
It's desert storm motherf**er, hit the floor, times up
No question entertainment got ya cap lined up
I bag for chips big guns and fly whips
b**hes with bright red lips and wide hips
Who crazed with thugged-out n***as with long dicks
I'ma mad man, you can call me a convict
Gunnin n***as down and I'm known for ice picks
My cliques some iced out n***as who bomb sh**
Desert storm, catch your bodies in bare arms
Ty Nitty run the city, but Clue is the don
QU diplomats, throwin slugs at y'all
n***as floor skirts and clap pom poms
Tranvets and wearing ya thong thongs
I'm spittin' from the heart tearin' n***as apart
Sixteen bars is like sixteen thugs
Blow a hole in your face and mail your family the parts
Motherf**er!
[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue... The Professional... Part 2