M.M.O.: Spit liquids

[Intro: Itchy-Finga Sha] Uh, what, uh, bring it M.M.O. [Chorus: Itchy-Finga Sha] Tears bring flares, you hold black fears We your last thing, constently handstick Ain't no reign in us, cinnamon tux', sippin' brew and cuts M.M.O. click, we spit liquids, what, what Hold you head in critical, toe to toe, I handle you Cats catch through my vocal, fool, is strictly for my crew Tears bring flares, you hold black fears We your last thing, constently handstick Ain't no reign in us, cinnamon tux', sippin' brew and cuts M.M.O. click, we spit liquids, what, what [Trigg'nomm] Professional, perdictable, double a vest, calico Oh what a mess, foul blows, run of a nose, drown the hoes Look how I gotta go hallow hoe, shatter bones, blood cologne Call Metrodome, Cyclone Zone, Astro-Land, business man M.M.O., droppin' dough, hate to say how the haters play Dogg like Snoop, so let me through, oh, one poochie, hoochie, sue me [Naisha] See ain't no day, sell these records psycho kane done freak this flow Ya'll niggas don't know, gotta search them or the plush condo now he ? the titty blow Catch me sick to the bath-hole, never that though Shorty in the back, ?? macro, ?? got smack-o, ? that good? [Chorus] [Itchy-Finga Sha] Hold you head in critical, inter borough bell views Stagger left an edge or two, gettin' them up to get that loot Tellin' your cats is bulletproof, words is told by truth Take your mind like smith I goose, born 'em with the playas Though we suffer cast, fire last, lace the smoke with strictly hash Facial fifty strictly -- pimped out, never had Got no time to show the past, loose your life in jungle blast Money Makin' got cash, super see you like glass Twelve laws of offer dough, now or later, M.M.O. Time we time we show picasso, designer clothes, doin' shows [Chorus]