Текст песни Bichasniguz

If the heat is on, I gotta freeze up by a nigga Shitty hit da fans from da hands, sqeeze da trigga ATAK OF DA BAL-HEDZ! sleep if ya wanna Bets is burned it's a bitter shit than be a donor Bichasniguz not respective, but rejectic Move on 'em, move on 'em, things are get hectic So watch ya blankets, hold your hopes Ya get hurt up, that's da word up Fuckin' with Fre-dro understand, GODDAMN! Who the hell is that little ass man?! The kid with da scamps, balhead like ya jams Shootin' at the stands, no time to beat fans Ain't nothing worse than the bichas wich as, nigga that's bakin' Lies for tichin', try to run the nut for scratchin' stop itchin' Wishin' perhaps, I play tha right guard, tryin' in yards, but I'ma hit ya with sacks! Two to da timple, straight to da brains, so simple and plain Ain't a muthafuckin' thing changed, But a hole in ya muthafuckin' tape, I would like to thank: My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, My nigga, nigga, nigga,nigg-aaa!