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Oh shit! Jumped on my man's dickHeard he had a twelve inch, now the bitch is lovesickWho's to blame, the guy or the groupie?Heard I was down with D.you., now she wants to do meOoh-wee! This is the lifeNew bitch every night, never tripped off a wifeIt ain't right, but it's cool how they come quickDon't try to flip with the lip 'cause I run shitHip hip, hooray for the AKSpray when I lay competition, what a great dayMake pay, next is the wet sexHexed with the vex now they wreck with the complexI'm set, wonder what I tote, checkBloody as a coat-check, snappin' motherfuckers necksRevenge so sweet when it comes fromNiggas get done with the drum, watch my foes runNigga keeps comin' when they can't slipFull of that shit, another hit from Tha' LunaticYeah, fuck that God! Word upBlowin' niggas out the motherfuckin' frame yaknahmsayin?Constantly, fuck that trick, we ain't havin' itLetras de cancionesLeave me the fuck alone, you gets none of thisIt's suicidal, you lose your title like Doug-lasCause I'm nothin' nice and, I'm icin' like TysonI'm grippi' the mic and, my DJ is slicin'I'm tired of motherfuckers steppin' to me with the SAME OLDTryin' to do me like NintendoHow the fuck you think I ever got this far?By bootin' motherfuckers like a shootin' starCause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MCThink crack had you fiendin', wait'll they get a load of meBitches on my dick, like a motherfuckin' 'condaNiggas wanna flip, let 'em step, and I'll bomb 'emSee somethin' you want, why don't you come and get itAnd then get waxed and taxed, like the governmentThen I leave you sittin' there, wonder where your money wentWhile your bitch is callin' me, tellin' me to come againNigga I'm loc'ed, when I smoke, from the indoBut we can be friends though, after you get broke like a windowThat's what you provoked, and now you're smoked outLookin' like a bitch, 'cause your whole fuckin' posse, broke outPunk motherfucker couldn't roll onHe couldn't hold on, game is too strong, niggaLeave me the fuck alone, you gets none of thisFeel the wrath and revenge of Tha' LunaticYeah Tu', tell them motherfuckers, word upWe ain't havin' it, none of that shit!Bitch ass niggas, niggas can't fuck with us Tu', word upNinety-one, we takin' this WHOLE motherfucker overNiggas got problems in ninety-oneNinety-two, and ninety-threeAnd all that other shit, word up!Recognize game when it smacks your bitch I'm back to ripPuttin' this on the map with this mackin' shitTime will tell if it's made wellWell I raise hell and excel 'cause it pays wellJordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it any fartherI'm funky, that's word to the fatherAct like you know 'fore I thump, the boloThought you was a pimp, now you're simpin' for my soloOh no, not another new jack, swearin' that he's ruthlessDucked, and now he's fucked and left toothlessI can hear the fear in your flow, you ain't preparedYou're scared and you're bound to goIt's somethin', I guess I let the beat keep bumpin'Stop trippin' off these niggas 'cause they ain't about nothin'Or should I say Nay'thinPunk put my tape in, fuck all the fake-inI'm sick of the bullshitCome equipped and get ready to ripOr get the dick of Tha' LunaticAh yeah! Fuck that! (the motherfuckin' lunatic)YouknowhatI'msayin? Yes Tu'!Tell them niggas what time it is knahmsayin?(punk motherfuckers, get the dick of the lunatic)Niggas can't fuck with us, word upBitch ass niggas, FUCK 'em!Fuck all them niggasI'm tellin' these niggas that they ain't got Naythin on a nigga like meWe squashin' these punk motherfuckers in ninety-oneNinety-two ninety-three and SO onSo let the beat float onWhile I spray these punk bitchesWith these dope ass lyricsThanks to Poppa for supplyin the dankNow it's money in the bankAnd all y'all niggas shit stankCompared to this shitFuck y'all punk bitches!Tha' Lunatic
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"Tha' Lunatic" as written by Gregory E. Jacobs, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Ron Banks, George Jr. Clinton, Edward Anthony Green
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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