freestyle - Snoop Dogg, G-Unit

Tony touch Iraq Iraq 50 M-C's

A little bit a thugs is all it takes

To make this industry just brake

A little bit a thugs is all it takes

To make this industry just brake

What what what poison arrows

Swords and lords yo but really

My Mac Milly spray niggas lay niggas

Yo the cognac make you feel unbeatable

Yo especially when that ass drunk too much

I call up tony touch tony touch bring the next dutch

Yo I’m all fucked up bent and can’t think

While you both stink, don’t even care that you sink

Yo impulsive, exclusive, high explosive

Can’t even get with, shit I dealt wit

I’m on some other shit, my main script describe the foulness

Panama canalness, what, yo, I, don’t even talk so I’m far from the loudest

Kid, nigga, can’t touch this, rush this, yo what

Yo, switch the beat, now, bless it

What, I’m bout to fuck shit up, what

Fuck it up

Fuck it up

Fuck it up

Fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up, what what?!

We on the lines like the internet

Many will come but few was chosen

Against my set, there ain’t a nigga yet

Smoke so much niggas say I need nicorette

You say boogie, but you used to say cigarette

Now I know, a new religion, a new beginning

I own women, three-fourths rock and linen

This middle east shit, father beat shit

Release this, the only place in the world, that pull out cracks pieces

We rock camels, split that ass in text

Yo we bag bitches after we fuck em and say thanks

Yo thanks for havin' me, next week your straight grabbin' me

Swearin' they homeless, sayin' that the havin' me

I don’t, want to crawl at all

You want to be a thug, you used to play ball

Runs the play for Seton Hall

Now, outta the blue, you got thug in you too

Yo I knew you, your size shoe was due in voodoo

Always, smell like shit, used to call you doo-doo

Never came outside, in the crib you hide

Scared to death

While we played manhunt, to our last breath

I never chose this life, it chose me

What, l-f-c, heavy amount with jewelry

Crime syndicate, nigga livin' this

Never mention miss?

Smoke rain bodies, you had to saw before, before

Yo, you on my dick, I had the lime green on

With the string on, with fatigue on

Fresh avirex’s, cockpit, now from the outlet

Jose Luis emperor, two shots I blow ta Dillinger

No real kings like john Dillinger, the politic

What, I’m on some ides in the militant

You either with me or against me

That in between shit make the money stop too intensely

So what the deal is, the generals what the deal is

What the deal is, the devilish thought you can’t kill this

What niggas, Iraq, realize that