Bichasniguz

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr] If the heat is on, I gotta freeze a frontin' nigga Shit'll hit the fan from the hand squeeze the trigger Attack of the bald heads, sleep if ya wanna Beds is burned, ya step to this, you'll be a goner Bitch ass niggas not respected, but neglected Move on 'em, move on 'em, things'll get hectic So watch ya pockets, hold ya ho Ya get hurt up, that's the word up, fuckin' with Fredro Understand, goddamn, who the hell is that little ass man? The kid with the scams for all the tight jams Shootin' at the stands, sometimes I grease the fans Ain't nothin' worse than a bitch ass Or witch ass nigga that’s fakin' lies for attention Try to ride a nut for a scratch, so stop itchin' Wishin' perhaps I play the right guard Tryin' to gain yards, but I'ma hit ya with sacks Two to the temple, straight to the brain So simple and plain, ain't a motherfuckin' thing change But a hole in ya motherfuckin' tank I would like to thank my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, nigga-nigga-nigga [Chorus: Fredro Starr & Big DS] Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up That's da word up, you get hurt up Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up That's da word up, you get hurt up [Verse 2: Big DS] Big D.S., I'll put a hole in ya chest Grab ya by the neck, I hit you with the TEC Onyx in effect, we always come correct Smack the taste out ya motherfuckin' mouth Big D.S., I show ya what it's all about Danger-danger, danger-danger It's all about anger, the nigga bitch banger [Chorus: Big DS & Suavé] Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up That's da word up, you get hurt up Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up Bichasniguz, I'ma have to pull ya skirt up That's da word up… [Verse 3: Suavé] I be with the crazy criminals from the Pistol Projects Beatin 'em down, who we suspect to fake moves They play the bitch ass Your choice is dead or death – you choose Make a bitch nigga silent as a bad case of strep throat Wild crazy klepto, keepin' 'em all petro Duck kids on the block, gettin' hot with the rocks When the time hit the clock, I knock 'em right out they Reeboks That's my word I hit a slick city kid or a herb from the suburbs Bullets can't discriminate, so I won't either Make you holier than a Bible if you not a believer This ya worst dream when ya face my team Bend a bitch nigga over like the House Of Pain, make 'em scream When I get you, I say, "Gimme that bitch ass" Slice ya throat with glass, get you a cast or a ditch fast [Bridge: Onyx] Ain't nothin' worse than a bichasnigga Ain't nothin' worse than a bichasnigga [Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz] Move back, motherfuckers, the Onyx is here My name is Sticky Fingaz, I'm the nigga in your nightmare Forget the crowd cheers, I live off fears It's the beast in me, even the music couldn't soothe me It'll take more than U-Haul if ya tryin' to move me Ya see I wrote the rhyme, but it’s the weed talkin' (All ya bitch ass niggas best just keep walkin') Before I spit in ya face, Onyx is the master race Ain’t nothing sweet about me, G, so stay in a child's place With God as my witness, I broke the law And had bitch ass niggas in jail washin' my drawers Hit the floors and do crazy calisthenics Then when they try to flip, they take a trip to the paramedics ('Cause ain't nothin' worse than a bichasnigga) Talk a lot of shit, throw a punch and run I have blood on my knife and a body on my gun So listen up, son, don't act wild Or I'll cramp ya style with a bullet and a smile [Outro: Sticky Fingaz] 'Cause ain't nothin' worse than a bichasnigga (Ain't nothin' worse than a bichasnigga) (Ain't nothin' worse than a bichasnigga) (Ain't nothin' worse than a bichasnigga) (Ain't nothin' worse than a bichasnigga) That's the word up, you get hurt up!