Artist: Nems Album: Prezident's Day Song: Jesus Christ Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Nems] Whattup cousin? Let me smoke somethin, make me poke somethin Hit and run, fingers numb from the coke cuttin Police come? I don't know nuttin! Run up in your crib, let me hold somethin; met your wife hoe huntin I'm on the road to stuntin - nigga and you bitchin up They call me Mr. Clean - the way I wash niggaz up Slap a nigga quick, bust a nigga shit I'm the king at robbin niggaz - they should call me Crown Vick You don't know me! Five texts di-rect from Coney Have your boss coppin pleas - like Frank cryin to Tony Get shanked, lyin, you phony - REALLY, you don't want it If we was locked, I'd have yo' ass blew for a pack of 100's My crew laughin and blunted, come through clappin and gunnin Catch brains in new V's (ooh-WEE) crash it, it's nothin I get cash in abundance, dumb hashes and dutches Sick, stick my dick in your chick ass, she love it [Chorus] (Jesus Christ!) When I hit you you'll see (Jesus Christ) Oh yeah, that's right, your money or your wife Take my advice son it ain't nuttin nice You'll say (Jesus Christ!) When I hit you you'll see (Jesus Christ) Oh yeah, that's right, take my advice Your money or your wife, nigga fuck yo' life [Nems] Listen - which one of y'all niggaz said it's over? I wake up in the morning with a cigarette and soda Light the piff, kush, kick, push It's murder when I server her - dig yo' chick, bush C'mon~! These niggas ass backwards like Kris Kross You already know, Murderfest the big boss I walk around with the big hog that makes niggaz bigger than Rick Ross trip off Yeah, so fall back with that slick talk Nigga 'fore my right hook pops yo' chin off Fuck your life in the street and fuck your laws When I'm in court, facefuckin yo' chick make the bitch hoarse Youse a bird nigga, better get lost Before I pull out the rocket and make your lift off Everybody knows that you a bitch so you can fuck around and get pissed on, just cause I'm pissed off [Chorus] [Nems] Nigga you been asscheek since last week like a horny hooker Fuck around your life'll be threatened like Corey Booker You corny nigga~! Take you for a trip to Ordway Gardens and fly you off the top like you Jimmy Snuka Your bitch I took her to the last stop Had her post up in front of the pole and spread, made mad guap' Ass I'm not, pussy - you are! You heard the best, Nems Murderfest, hood superstar Son the hood is who we are yup, Fuck Your Life gangsters I ran through your block, took your wife, spanked her Hurt your vest mayne, took a knife, shanked 'em Product of my environment, totally outranked them See them bitch niggaz over there? We ain't them We are real niggaz over here, and we hate them Your whole team a bunch of faggots - you probably ate them Come see me - I'll throw you a ball like Troy Aikman [Chorus]