[Intro]
Damn
Hey, close yo' muthafuckin' mouth...
Shut yo' muthafuckin' mouth!
This is how we going to to this in '94
Here we go
Time to size these n***as up and cut they ass short, yow know?
Mothafuckers got me going for it
Fuck these n***as
DING!

[Verse 1]
Momma ain't raised no punks
Playa-hate n***as, pay attention, this is what they want
Since you all up in a n***a mix
Then maybe you can hang with the street game, don't be a bitch
Keep your head up, baby, and I meant that
Now you trying to toss me in the mix, and bitch, I resent that
These hoes ain't shit
Plottin' on a n***a 'cause he rich
Then wonder why they call you bitch
And if you offended, you's a lyin' ass trick and that was intended
I'm coming back with a passion
And screaming 'Thug Life,' bitch
When my n***as get the blastin'
I'm puttin' hoes on tape, and not 'cause I wanna, but I gotta
'Cause tramps love to scream "rape!"
I'm rushing bitches to the hotel
And I'm blindfolding hoes I don't know well
Huh, guess it's hard on a n***a in '94
If you can find a ho, n***a, peep game
[Verse 2]
Tell me what you need when you see me
Ducking these tramps 'cause they sleazy
Bitch, take it easy
I told you last year it's a test
I know you can't see my tattoos through my bullerproof vest
So you roll, baby, hold up
And why you touchin' on a n***a
If I touched you back, you'd probably go nuts
You see, you hoes got it all wrong
Shouldn't listen to them n***as that be bangin' on them slow songs
That's where you go wrong
I ain't never been a trick
Fake bitch, keep yo' clothes on
With you're mouth closed, and you're leg shut
If I was broke, you'd probably wouldn't said much
But I'm paid, so you all in a n***a face
You wanna move in, fuck, get a bigger place
Please, I ain't goin' out like these, trick ass n***as that be fuckin' off G's
You suckas need your game plan changed
And peep game...