Wit Yo Punk Azz lyrics

[Intro: Drunken Master]
Yea, yea, one time fo yo muthaf*ckin' mind
It's the Drunken Master up in this piece
Representin', for you punk ass n*ggas

[Verse 1: Esham]
b*tch I'm back screamin' "I don't care"
Throw yo' guns in the f*ckin' air
While you n*ggas be sippin' Moet and Cristal
I be stickin' up fools with a bloody pistol
Got a Glock on c*ck when I ride the block
Hot bullets leave yo ass in a state of shock
Most playa hated by the playa hatas I know
n*gga f*ck yo' ass and yo' ugly ho
I could give a f*ck less what coast your from
'Cause you can play Forrest Gump and catch the dum dums
b*tch, just like the last muthaf*cka, who crossed my path
Wit' yo' punk ass

[Interlude: Drunken Master]
When a n*gga playa hates me for a b*tch
Keep my name out yo' outh wit' yo' punk ass (Punk ass n*gga)
When a n*gga owe me money, and I see you at the club sippin' mo'
Gimme my loot wit' yo' punk ass

[Verse 2: Dice]
Back up on the block, ho's suck di*k
n*ggas gettin' high yellin' "Dice ain't sh*t"
Gun to ya jaw, screamin' f*ck the law
f*ck H.I.V. I'm goin in raw
Scurvy, f*ckin' prostitutes like James Worthy
You got the nerve to serve me, biotch
Ya don't know my style
Scurv ass n*gga from 7 mile
Got a pistol in my pocket, and a joint in my mouth
I wanna b*tch with an ass like a ho down south
I wanna get drunk, but I'm low on cash
So I take yo stash, wit' yo' punk ass
[Interlude: Drunken Master]
When you wanna smoke my weed and ain't put 5 in
Back the f*ck up wit' yo' punk ass (Punk ass n*gga)
When I'm chillin' wit' a b*tch all day and you ain't f*ckin'
Walk the f*ck home wit' yo' punk ass
Punk ass n*gga
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy

[Verse 3: Bugz]
I'm only into two thangs, that's loot and fam
At the crib baggin' grams
Tryin' to come up on a hundred grand
I got plans to be the black Bugs Moran
Red bones and sun tans
Givin' me head inside the tour van
Once my gun jammed and I ran like the wind
Brave n*ggas die young
The ones that run rock the gems
Ride a Benz, make loot wit they friends
Rock beat's and Timb's, have sex with only fly femmes
So try to pretend not to see us in the clubs
Mad 'cause they on the block still flippin' dubs
Only show love to those truly gettin' cash
So n*gga why would you ask, wit' yo' punk ass?

[Outro: Drunken Master]
Yea, so now you n*ggas know, Drunken Master back in this piece representin' for all you b*tch ass, busta ass n*ggas talkin' all that sh*t, and all you b*tches that ain't f*ckin', all ya'll can eat a di*k, wit' yo' punk ass