Aids

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap] Yo, how the fuck can I Angle this? In plain English, bitches are armed and dangerous With mad diseases from their pussy pieces to their anuses Their legs get wider, put y'all venom in 'em like a spider, so I'm a skydiver with nothing but roughriders inside her 'cause I loves mine, the whole nine, so I'm protected, son, because I can't go out like Leslie Nielsen with The Naked Gun, I'm not The one to be played and laid down an AIDS patient Fried up and dried up like raisins—I'd rather go out blazing. Gots To watch himself and grab the three-pack off the shelf, and that Bitch ain't concerned about her health, the nigga go for delf 'Cause running up in 'em cancer, put you flat down on your back—that's why I React estates, roll with hats for the bozack [Verse 2: Akinyele] Yo, Akafella staying Paid, but I'm afraid of the disease. I'm on some Liber- -ace shit, and I'm not talking dying from AIDS. I'm talking Out, pushing keys. Motherfucker, please I see y'all type of addicts sucking on pipes like craftmatics with that John Starks walk, sparking the rock all erratic, packing Bitches on my block grabbing my cock like automatics They want to get their Salt-N-Pepa shoot on, supermarket Start fucking for free, using their pussy for coupons Don't get me wrong, I'll fuck them daisy dukes on all day, reclining Black on Band-Aids so I don't catch the first AIDS [Bridge: MF Grimm] You fuck around, you lay around, so I'll wonder why You play games with your niggas, quickly you will die You think it can't happen, you're living a lie Safe sex or don't try [Hook: [?]] Protect yourself Oh, protect yourself Stay away from body bags and use A Mag (Safe sex or don't try) [Verse 3: MF Grimm] Tricks are for kids, so you better wear a bag Sleeping with the enemy, toes get tagged Situation is life-or-death, and if You're waiting for the antidote, please don't hold your breath 'cause some Are sexually infected on the down-low You can be injected with the needle or Through a transfusion. Recognize AIDS Is no illusion. Reality, it is Total devastation. Actuality It destroys whole nations. Evilly, it Control the population. Long terror from a Short abbreviation: A-I-D-S [Verse 4: CJ Moore] Uh huh The pussy-pusher butt-fuck with poonani, pump and switch A big dick up inside your rump, with rubber bubbles I boom Rather stick buns then run, blast The mommy, kamikaze, fucking trick chickens like a swami Johnny keep 'em stuffed and muffed in "oh-oh-oh's," CJ Got dicks [?], vertical Banger, slanging penis into Venus, and you know He's gone with more [?] protection that Farrakhan [Verse 5: Big Chuck] I don't Discriminate—whoever—I get in a girl and make That thing-thing wetter, and make you think this music's better So you can hit me raw-diggity hopefully And you will be another human dying 'cause of me And those who think I can't touch you, trust me Once I'm up in that fucking ass, I will crush you Plus you will leave your whole family in shambles Another black car, a church filled with candles [Hook: [?]] (x2) Protect yourself Oh, protect yourself Stay away from body bags and use A Mag