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Now I Gotta Wet`Cha

It`s on like Donkey Kong
You wanted that fast buck
now I gotta light that ass up
The nigga with the big fat trigger
Don`t test me, gravedigger had to take a swig
of the ST, remember the time we first met up
You threw your set up now you gotta get wet up
BOOM! PING! BUCK! POW!
Now who`s that nigga with the diff`rent style?
Uhh, ya wanted ta trip
It`s all about the clip and who can empty it
First mate, they made day AK
and I`ll Kurtis Blow ya ass away like AJ
I`m almost certain I`m put on the hurtin
Bitch, it`s curtains!
Locced in my motherfuckin head
Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared
You in danger, Mr Gangbanger
It ain`t cool to take nappy from a stranger
Wit`cha drive-by`s it took time to catch ya
but now I gotta wet`cha
Chorus:
Now I gotta wet`cha (wet`cha)
Now I gotta wet`cha (wet`cha)
I`m comin ta get`cha (get`cha)
You better hope I don`t catch ya (catch ya)
(You`re all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
(You`re all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
S-I-M-I
Valley for the KKK, rally
A place on the map where the order is
4 devils can beat up a motorist
and get nothin but a slap on the wrist
Gorillas, gorillas report to the mist
The fist of fury and I`ma shove em
Motherfuck the jury and who ever love em
Why you have to leave it to Beaver?
Now I`m chasin Beaver` ass with a cleaver
With the swing, swing, swing and chop, chop, chop
Get them on, nigga
cos tonight we`re havin chopped liver
And I`ma cut out`cha heart
Start the fryin pan for the devil a`la carte
Twelve motherfuckers ya better be glad I never
met`cha
Cos I`m gonna wet`cha
Chorus
Now wet motherfuckers are bloody
Cos a bullet`ll mould your ass like silly putty
right into shape
A hollow point`ll run up in ya like ya got weight
Comin out`cha back, Mr Mack
Now they got yo` guts in a sack
Use to have ya crew real fat in a huddle
now you`re wet in a puddle, here is the Ice Cube
rebuttle
You ain`t gotta chance, cos even if my bullet just
glance
Ya still wet your pants
So what`cha wanna do when I got`cha ass point blank
Ya guaranteed to spank
Stiff as a board, ya floored
Go meet the Lord and then get ignored
Cos you`re on your way to hell and that I can
bet`cha
That`s why I had to wet`cha
Chorus
(You`re all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
*repeat to fade*



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