Row, row your boat 'Cause I've got my own boat Even if the whole world knows I don't give a damn about what they think I don't have to stand up to your gun I don't have to sit down when you say Tell me I'm overboard The truth is you just want to see me

So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You

If I had a diamond heart If I was unbreakable Give you all I’ve got I’d give you all my love You could shoot me with a gun of gold I’d walk straight through the bullet Bendin’ like a tulip Blue-eyed and foolish

Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Too many women with too many pills 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill All you women who want a

Fuck what happens tonight, I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me, Death row Jamaicans murder your family Fuck what happens tonight I've got my gun on me Fuck all that ho shit Fuck all you fuck boys

My way, your way Anything goes tonight I've been thinkin' 'bout Thinkin' 'bout sex Always hungry for somethin' That I haven't had yet Well maybe baby, you got somethin' to lose Well I got somethin' I got somethin' for you

Yeah Cupid’s got a shotgun aiming at my heart I’ve been dodging bullets, I’ve been hiding in the dark Sawed off double barrel, trigger happy as could be Cupid’s got a shotgun and he’s pointing it at me Oh he gave up on arrows a long, long time ago Turns

I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man I got my slang from the dope man I always wanna hang wit the dope man I learned this game from the dope man Everybody give it up for the dope man I just hung up wit the dope man He just pulled up in the O van

(In my hood) Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane Five heartbeats left My homie off of Eddie Road He thinks he a damn chef Everybody schemed out Don’t nobody wanna work I was with him last week Now I got his name on my damn shirt (in my hood)

I've just begun It's about that time, gotta get mine You can't kill me 'Cause I'm already inside you Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war! Enemy, show me what you wanna be I can handle anything Even if I can't handle you!