Real, real nikka believe in beatin them hoes down
Push her head into the wall until you hear that crackin sound
Real, real nikka believe in beatin them hoes down
Push her head into the wall until you hear that crackin sound
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Sometimes I be wantin to take my fist and beat these bytches badly
Check them tramps, I neva nap cause Scarecrow gotta have the
Dividents, theres plenty ends for managin those prostitutes
Kickin that black bytch in her big end so hard that she pickin the skin up
off my boots
My brother has always said dont have no mercy on these hoes
Make them walk the strip until they wearin out they shoe soles
And ever since then I cant stand to see a bytch with a dollar
It mess me up that funky bytch cause I'll a
bytch you got to work, go to work, Do some dirt
Bring Lord Infamous back some money before you get yo ass hurt
bytch, You betta meet yo fukkin quota
bytch you betta wise up
fukk around and get yo ass put in the piledriver
Busta mother fukka pain hennessey across ya fukkin head
Hit you in the knee cap with a pipe and try to break yo leg
Man there's plenty money to be made In the M-Town
nikkaz betta learn you gotta beat a funky bytch down