No Rest For the Wicked Lyrics

yo Muggs make it rough.

So many fools swingin' from my sack

Let's talk about the one who had my back!

Down in the west coast so lemme kick it

To the motherfucker who calls himself wicked!

No rest no peace! No sleep

Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep!

Jackson... lemme figure out the name

Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game!

But I'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with

On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it!

Go on the head, gobble up the nuts,

Get your lips ready & tear this motherfucker up!

Talk about Ezy, correct yourself.

Cube, better step back & check yourself!

Hmmm... let's talk about this

First solo album on the east coast dick!

The east coast niggaz all showed ya love,

Especially the one known as King Sun!

He tried to warn us niggaz aboutcha

But nobody would listen, even started dissin'

Two albums later, you callin' my crew,

All because ya wannabe Cypress Cube!

Shoulda known you couldn't hang in the alley,

Good boy went to school out in the valley.

Fuck it, lemme make this understood,

Speakin' on mama's little Boy N Da Hood!
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No Vaseline,

Just a rope & a chair & gasoline!

Lench Mob is a friend of mine,

But you talk about them niggaz from behind.

You know what the Hossack(sp) is, O'Shea?

A motherfucking pig that don't fly straight!

Where ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna hide?

Taadow! Look at who's running outside!

Natural Born Bullshitta! Lemme hitcha

With a dose of reality when I get witcha!

Your homie...????????????????????

Put a pipe on the cover, even though you don't smoke

Buddha! Let me take you down under on a plane

Where everybody was going insane!

Took a look at the Real one,

AFRO COMB! Next morning you didn't have yours on.

How many ways will you bite my shit?

Wouldja wet me or start throwing up a set?

Caution, when you enter the zone,

Never used to bang 'til you heard the microphone!

I got Cube melting in a Tray,

Pulling up his card & fucking up his good day!

Unoriginal rap veteran...

The nigga who say he don't steal from his friends!

Don't trust that nigga named O'Shea,

FUCK'IM, and send him on his way.

Happy singalongs