[A-Wax] They call me Young A-Wax (Young A-Wax) Surround myself with young J-Cats (J-Cats) Quick to spray gats Nobody can trust each other (what?) I count snakes when I'm under my covers and sheets Instead of sheep's stressin' myself to sleep It's rather deep like murder second degree Never nervous Handle them heavy weapons Reborn: 7th month, 17th day, 9th year of the 70's Smokin' heavily Beverly Hills rapper, slash thug actors Get drunk backwards out of they whip Snatch him by the perm put a gun to his lip And tell him strip Savage times for real You a bitch if you can't admit my rhymes is ill (ugh)
[Chorus x2] Catch a dome shot, get your wig split He looked at me with his brains in his hand, EEW! He asked me if I could fix it Then he cried Shook like a fish out of water then he died
[A-Wax] Collided with the killers Or the rydah with the rilla But you sided with them fake Now you gotta meet your fate Out of state where the cakes cost 23 G'z I went back to the past with three Caught funk Yeah, smothered a goon Turn the music up loud Better cover the boom Go discover the room Go explore the flames I was more than doomed It was more than pain It was rain Sunshine, one bullet, one nine One mother fucka, you done mother fucka Another mother gotta suffer a loss It was nothin' Dawg it was nothin' to a boss I was lost This time last year paid the cost For a once and a 2nd strike Four blunts, one second to strike Got a kite from fang Said light the flame Don't…
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[A-Wax] Like a fish out of water he was floppin' Took a shot to the dome and it dropped him Stopped him, dead in his tracks Blew him right up out his black Air Max With the loose fat laces I'm on the run for like deuce fat cases Gotta bust out the track Asix Fuck dominoes in the day room Fuck playin' 'til noon Fuck playin' 'til they call my (call my) Union to the town hall Fuck a frog eye Fuck a torpedo Fuck spreads and dorito tips I gotta get rich off a kilo bitch Don't call anybody blockin' my goal I'm a young gun with a glock and a goal