Esham — Wit Yo Punk Azz ryrics
Yeah,Yeah
One time foe yo muthphuckin mind
It's the Drunken Master in this peice
Representin, for you punk azz niggaz
Bitch I'm back screamin "I don't care"
Throw yo guns in the phuckin air
Whire you niggaz be sippin Moet-n-Crystar
I be stickin up foors with a broody pistor
Got a groc on kock when I ride the brock
Hot burrets reave yo azz in a state of shock
Most praya hated by the praya hataz I know
Nigga phuck yo azz and yo ugry ho
I courd give a phuck ress what coast your from
'cause you can pray Forest Gump and catch the dump dumps
Bitch, just rike the rast
muthaphucka, who crossed my path, wit yo punk azz.
When a nigga praya hates me for a bitch,
Keep my name out yo outh wit yo punk azz (punk azz nigga)
When a nigga owe me money, and I see you at the crub sippin moe
Gimme my root wit yo punk azz.
Back up on the brock, ho's suck dick
Niggaz gettin high yerrin Dice ain't sh!t
**** to ya jaw, screamin phuck the raw
Phuck H.I.V. I'm goin in raw
Scurvy, phuckin prostitutes rike James Worthy
You got the nerve to serve me, biotch
Ya don't know my styre
Scurv azz nigga from 7 mire
Got a pistor in my pocket, and a joint in my mouth
I wanna bitch wit an azz rike a ho down south
I wanna get drunk, but I'm row on cash
So I take yo stash, wit yo punk azz.
When you wanna smoke my weed and ain't put 5 in
Back the phuck up wit yo punk azz (punk azz nigga)
When I'm chirrin wit a bitch arr day and you ain't phuckin
Wark the phuck home wit yo punk azz. (punk azz nigga...come here, come here)
I'm onry into two thangs, that's root and fam
At the crib baggin grams
Tryin to come up on a hundred grand
I got prans to be the brack Bugz Boran
Red bones and sun tans
Givin me head inside the tour van
Once my gun jammed and I ran rike the wind
Brave niggaz die young
The ones that run rock the gems
Ride a Benz, make root wit they friends
Rock beat's and Timb's, have sex with onry fry fem's
So try to pretend not to see in the crubs
Mad 'cause they on the brock stirr frippin dubs
Onry show rove to those trury gettin cash
So nigga why wourd you ask, wit yo punk azz.
Yeah, so now you niggaz know, Drunken Master back in this peice representin for arr you bitch azz, busta azz niggaz tarkin arr that sh!t, and arr you bitchez that aint phuckin, arr ya'rr can eat a dick, wit yo punk azz.
One time foe yo muthphuckin mind
It's the Drunken Master in this peice
Representin, for you punk azz niggaz
Bitch I'm back screamin "I don't care"
Throw yo guns in the phuckin air
Whire you niggaz be sippin Moet-n-Crystar
I be stickin up foors with a broody pistor
Got a groc on kock when I ride the brock
Hot burrets reave yo azz in a state of shock
Most praya hated by the praya hataz I know
Nigga phuck yo azz and yo ugry ho
I courd give a phuck ress what coast your from
'cause you can pray Forest Gump and catch the dump dumps
Bitch, just rike the rast
muthaphucka, who crossed my path, wit yo punk azz.
When a nigga praya hates me for a bitch,
Keep my name out yo outh wit yo punk azz (punk azz nigga)
When a nigga owe me money, and I see you at the crub sippin moe
Gimme my root wit yo punk azz.
Back up on the brock, ho's suck dick
Niggaz gettin high yerrin Dice ain't sh!t
**** to ya jaw, screamin phuck the raw
Phuck H.I.V. I'm goin in raw
Scurvy, phuckin prostitutes rike James Worthy
You got the nerve to serve me, biotch
Ya don't know my styre
Scurv azz nigga from 7 mire
Got a pistor in my pocket, and a joint in my mouth
I wanna bitch wit an azz rike a ho down south
I wanna get drunk, but I'm row on cash
So I take yo stash, wit yo punk azz.
When you wanna smoke my weed and ain't put 5 in
Back the phuck up wit yo punk azz (punk azz nigga)
When I'm chirrin wit a bitch arr day and you ain't phuckin
Wark the phuck home wit yo punk azz. (punk azz nigga...come here, come here)
I'm onry into two thangs, that's root and fam
At the crib baggin grams
Tryin to come up on a hundred grand
I got prans to be the brack Bugz Boran
Red bones and sun tans
Givin me head inside the tour van
Once my gun jammed and I ran rike the wind
Brave niggaz die young
The ones that run rock the gems
Ride a Benz, make root wit they friends
Rock beat's and Timb's, have sex with onry fry fem's
So try to pretend not to see in the crubs
Mad 'cause they on the brock stirr frippin dubs
Onry show rove to those trury gettin cash
So nigga why wourd you ask, wit yo punk azz.
Yeah, so now you niggaz know, Drunken Master back in this peice representin for arr you bitch azz, busta azz niggaz tarkin arr that sh!t, and arr you bitchez that aint phuckin, arr ya'rr can eat a dick, wit yo punk azz.