Now $hort! I know you didn't think that shit was over,    you little ugly ass nigga!      Too $hort...   Nothin' can save ya   Ain't no love, $hort (4x)      Now mickity mic down   Guns out, mothafuckas   Lowin' the holes    It's the kid from the gutter   Punks get on tapes    And they sound so real   But real niggas don't get in court and squeal   Yeah, regard all that punk ass Racia shit   Got on the stand and ran your mouth   Like a bitch, little snitch   Pooh-Man did it! Pooh-Man did it!   He made me with it!   Court is in session, $hort    And you've been indicted   Hoe trusta Oakland busta    And you gets no love from the gutter   See we remember when you had to have    A baserock cawy and a nice hot bath   Smokin' and chokin', Sir Too $hort   Just thinkin' about the day before   See you never shouldn't fuck   With the real killa   I goes deep on you dopefiend nigga   Got on the mic and called me a punk   And funk is what you want      So there it is, junk   Dirty, tired, fucked around   And get my foot off in his ass   Let's hood ride, mob, fuck talkin' bad   No punk let's me check myself, partner   I ain't gonna bust ya   I rather ride up and drop ya   But the rappin' is weak shit   And I'm down with this street shit   And you aint shit but a weak bitch   The ugliest nigga in rap   Try to cap on the nigga   From the mothafuckin' hood   So when I see you it's all good      Too $hort...   Nothin' can save ya   Aint no love, $hort (4x)      Ant Banks: read this...      I boarded to your ass last year   But you didn't hear me dough   It's 94 and Banks need a little more   Lips lookin' hell of luscious   Digidy down goes my zipper   Nigga, you can suck this   And you must like slurpin' dicks   Because you ridin' on $hort's tip   Like a jockin' little bitch   Ridin' around in your too-$hort-hand-me-down   I left the Dangerous Crew   And that's why you're clownin' now   The bigidy Banksta ain't no gigidy gigidy gangsta   When the truth comes out you aint shit but a pranksta   Try to hang in my hood lookin' out of place   With that blank ass look on your face:   (What should I do? What should I do?)   Now get in where you fit in, chunk   Can't hang on the block   Cause you aint shit but a punk   So I ain't givin' no rule   To assume you want some mothafuckin' funk   Then bring it to the crew   So bring it on if your ass wanna trip   And to this hollow-tip, bitch   Blast that ass, yes I would   Cause on the streets, nigga, it's all good      Too $hort...   Nothin' can save ya   Ain't no love, $hort      Beep, beep, beep   Oh, there goes my pager   And it's your bitch, yo, I think I best to fade her   Took her to the motel parking lot   Little light skinned bitch got just a little too hot   it's goin' down, pannies comin' off   Another tramp bitch got automatically toasted   I think you found out and got jealous   Cause I was diggin' your bitch   And runnin' back tellin' all the fellas   But you took her home   And wanted to marry the bitch   I would dig her in this, mister   And bury the bitch   Stop spendin' all your cash and fix your teeth   $hort Dog must like bein' ugly   Came at a nigga wrong   Little cavity creep walkin' around with Nikes on   Bitch ass nigga ain't got no heart   Be ready to finish anythin' your punk ass started   Cause I did funk with the best   So when you ridin' in your lexus   Nigga, put on the vest   And stay the fuck out my hood    Cause death is a factor and it's all good      Too $hort...   Nothin' can save ya   Ain't no love, $hort (4x)