Now $hort! I know you didn't think that shit was over

you little ugly ass nigga!

Too $hort...

Nothin' can save ya

Ain't no love $hort (4x)

Now mickity mic down

Guns out mothafuckas

Lowin' the holes

It's the kid from the gutter

Punks get on tapes

And they sound so real

But real niggas don't get in court and squeal

Yeah regard all that punk ass Racia shit

Got on the stand and ran your mouth

Like a bitch, 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 fuck

With the real killa

I goes deep on you dopefiend nigga

Got on the mic and called me a punk

And funk is what you want

So there it is, junk

Dirty, tired, fucked around

And get my foot off in his ass

Let's hood ride, mob, fuck 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 shit

And I'm down with this street shit

And you aint shit but a weak bitch

The ugliest nigga in rap

Try to cap on the nigga

From the mothafuckin' hood

So when I see you it's all good

Too $hort...

Nothin' can save ya

Aint no love, $hort (4x)

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