So just chill before I stell your grill for real
I got that funky $$# %#@! for your head

And only one ^!$$% try to see half dead
The party that night he wanted to fight
He got mad because my rymes were so tight

I had to serve him like a stake on a platter
You know to me it didnt matter
I shatter all his hopes all his dreams

I make the party swing now he's on feam
For all that funky $$# %#@! I be saying
You know I was playing

I left you on your knees praying
That he can really be like me
A real G but that ^!$$% coulnt see





[Chorus x4: Lil 1/2 Dead]

[Lil 1/2 Dead]

Who is the doppest ^!$$% mother $#&@er that you hearing
That ^!$$% hd dogg he aint no mother $#&@ing joke
Now what would happen if you $#&@ with him

You get's rolled up like a joint and smoke
Now i steal get's busy like a 4 on a switch
Still say $#&@ a (*##$

Even though I gots to make love to these hoes
Now its 1994 all I love is my dough
A yo my ^!$$%z from the d-o double g

P-o-u-n-d from the LBC
Im putting it down for the pound
If a ^!$$% run up to my face you he going to get clown

The sound of my %#@! is funky like some chicken
Its good to the bones its finger licking
Im digging all these hoes out

I got to clout so let me hear you mother $#&@ing shout

[Chorus x16: Lil 1/2 Dead]