Before Tune Gets Back lyrics

by

RZA


[Intro: Lil Chuckee]
Man...Mike, cut something on!
Man, they don't never let me get on nothin' dog
Man cut-man cut-man cut something on, man!
Man, hurry up though, before Tune get back, come on!
Yeah, D5 motherf*cker!
It's Tunechi Jr. b*tch!
Pops, lemme go ahead and get 'em one time, ya heard me?
Hol' up!

[Verse: Lil Chuckee]
Turn my motherf*ckin' mic on
And I ain't leavin' 'til the motherf*ckin' lights on
This ain't a di*k, this a motherf*ckin' python
And if it's war call me, f*ck Tyrone
You know what? It's time for y'all n*ggas to sit
Big ass house, no room for bullsh*t
Such and such told me, "Chuck, you ain't rich!"
Well tell such and such they can suck my di*k
Cause I got a lot of sperm if you need it, sperm if you need it
I made you go crazy for no f*ckin' reason
I beat you pus*y n*ggas up 'til you start bleedin'
Menstrual cycle, f*ck it, go ahead bleach 'em
Diarrhea, I'm running this sh*t, I'm just gettin' my laps on
All my n*ggas strapped up and y'all pus*y n*ggas got strap-ons
b*tch we breed this 5-stars, b*tch we bleed these 5-stars
YMCMB, you can come get f*cked by 5 stars!
She ain't got too comfortable, I done made her stupid ass walk home
I kill the beat the barrel on the yopper round as a motherf*ckin' Super Dome
You know I'm a f*ckin' beast, yeah I'm a f*ckin' creep
You could get these 30 clips if you wanna make a scene
Tune let me off the leash, now I run the f*cking streets
Two fingers in her pus*y, then I tell her pus*y, "Peace!"
It's Chuckee, she say, "Yo' name Chuckee?"
I said, "No, my name's Suck Me!"
Introduce you to T if your stupid ass lucky
Fuke roll 'em fat, kinda got my nose stuffy
All my n*ggas on gas, Quik Trip
And all my n*ggas gon' blast this sh*t
See, all y'all n*ggas doin' bad and sh*t
So really I'mma act a f*ckin' ass this year
Trukfit on my neck, that Truk mean I'll truck your ass
She got junk up in her trunk, I guess it's time to take out the trash
And you thought this sh*t was over
Got paper like a f*ckin' school folder
If her grass ain't cut, get the lawnmower
Tony, tell them b*tches it's Libra gang
Vocal lessons, let the nina sing
Before I leave up out this b*tch, they gon' know my f*ckin' name
Birdman Jr. Junior! f*ck a dog, b*tch I got a puma
Man these n*ggas' pussies stink, no wonder why I was smellin' tuna
Lame ass boys don't want no trouble, pus*y n*ggas just a bunch of suckers
Smashing all they moms, you could call me a motherf*cker
Man I'm about to act an ass and this sh*t here? Just a little tease
Pull big willie out my pants and all them girls say, "Hercules!"
b*tch I'm livin' B.I.G., my gun is little cease
If that girl don't pop it off, I'll just skeet right on her weave
Okay that gold pack in my pocket; I'm like a rag up in a socket?
And when I c*ck that nina nine, you better not c*ck block me
YM be the sh*t, I say, "Damn everybody else"
I be kicking girls out the condo, I got a black belt
Big bro said, "It's your time n*gga"
You heard what the f*ck the man said
Boy I body these verses, that's why they cost a arm and a leg
Left that coochie smokin', she gon' fail her drug test
My chain on freeze, call my sh*t under arrest
I'm gone!
[Outro]
Mike turn the mic off dog!
f*ck, I'm just playing around dog
Man cut the beat off before Tune get back!
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