T-Rock - My Little Arm lyrics

[T-Rock] Say dog, damn, what the f** wrong with your arm That motherf**er all small and sh** Damn, can you move that motherf**er? Why you just spinning that little metal piece around That's all you can do with that sh**? [Hook 4x] It's my little arm, yeen know? It doesn't work, yeen know? And it won't fit, yeen know? Inside my shirt, yeen know? [T-Rock imitating DJ Paul] Damn T-Rock, why the f** you gotta clown my arm and sh** man? [T-Rock] Cause n***a, that's how the f** it is And I'm telling everybody on how Lil Pat made all your beats Lil Pat made this beat, Lil Pat I'm finna rock this sh** This how it's supposed to be [Verse] Ain't nan n***a outbussing me Every single opposition gone suffer defeat I'mma show you n***as what is a G When the funk jump off, bullethole put a slug in your knee Cause I'mma aim at your chest and neck Now you living off of life support, like check to check Every n***a try to flex I wreck Push a n***a mind back, with the Tek, try to recollect But he can't, laying in the pain, his rank, can't spit game Try to be above a mack and get shamed I'm throwing n***as off the plank, and get plank Gone off of drank and dank So gone on with the hype talk I'm with a click of motherf**ers bringing gats to a knife's talk I'm on point like a tight walk When a slug get to spraying, make his 12s turn the lights off I'll leave them stuck like starch n***a See the gats gone spark n***a, aimed at your heart n***a Ripping you apart n***a, I'm on point too sharp n***a You be diminished by a hard n***a All about the change, on the grind for the sacks and green Saving full of d**, like sacks of green Motherf**ers get wrong, I'mma leave a n***a gone In the wind, caught him slipping like vasoline Pull the hammer back, aiming at your spleen n***as better get saved, and confess to king When you f**ing with the Rock, n***as busting at your spot So you better be on point with your vest and beam Better get life insurance like Mr.Serv Do a lyrical murder by using gift of words When I pull the hammer back, I'mma lay a n***a flat n***as flipping CDs, like I flipped a bird [T-Rock] So it's your little arm that doesn't work huh? Ha ha, what's up with Juicy? I guess he just a gay motherf**er Well, you know what I'm saying, honestly I'd rather have a small arm, than just be a gay a** n***a But then again both of you motherf**ers gay! Bunch of gay a** n***as Rest of y'all n***as in Three Six, y'all n***as better leave the click Before they have y'all n***as trying to convert and sh** Yea n***a, that's what happens when you f** with the real n***a You exploit me, you diss me n***a, I'm at you motherf**ers n***a I'm exposing all the demons, all the truth Everything I'm saying on this motherf**ing record is the truth n***a All you n***as thinking I'm just trying to make y'all laugh And I know it's funny as a motherf**er, yea Cause them some funny a**, b**h made, f*ggot a** n***as But all that sh** true f** Three Six, and f** that small arm a** n***a He ain't nothing but a b**h f** that f**ing gay wra**ler a** n***a He the biggest b**h of them all n***a, Vampire in Memphis a** n***a, like my n***a J-Love said n***a f** y'all motherf**ers n***a All you gone do is wait for your motherf**ing brother To get out of jail and sh** [T-Rock imitating Juicy J] Wait til' Project Pat get out of Jail Wait til' Project Pat get out of Jail [T-Rock] What about that n***a? He locked up right now n***a, and I'm f**ing you n***as up!! f**ing your a** in the game Telling everybody about all the bullsh** you was pulling I bet won't nann n***a, nann civilized n***a, sign with y'all punk a**es Cause your motherf**ing beats ain't worth all that n***a I'll keep jacking y'all punk a** Whenever I hear a beat, and you ain't rocking it right n***a I'mma jack your motherf**ing a** Oh yea, Lil Pat made the sh** anyway Lil Pat making all the motherf**ing beats You n***as taking all the recognition I say Lil Pat walk in the studio And blast all you b**h made motherf**ers one day Then he wouldn't be in the wrong, cause that's what I wanted to do But instead, I left you ho a** n***as Cause you f** with me n***a, I'm at you I'll be done f**ing, f**ed one of you n***as up in the quickness n***a!! So whatever...you thinking I'm talking You think I'm just talking sh** n***a, run up n***a!! Cause I'm packing mine n***a You get your a** blasted off the planet f**ing with me n***a!! Area 51 for life!