Artist: Dungeon Masta f/ G-Clef Da Mad Komposa Album: Wishful Thinking Song: Da Winta Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Dungeon Masta] Give me a bag of trees So I can twist it up and just get high Ya'll niggas in the city Sware ya'll know what's mad, just walk on by Don't even try to floss, my pockets on E And you just might die Give me a bag of trees So I can twist it up and just get high [Dungeon Masta] Relax, dog, I bring pressure You don't know the type of mental I got I'm known to get niggas shot, so don't plot I love to make the spot hot, believe that Quiet one, stay on the prowl, remember that I haven't been the same since my doggy died, so give me that A year before that, the beef was on Two years before that, the heat was on While my dog was up north and gone in his universe He lives on, every time I write a song or verse now Pass that down, Dungeon's in town And I'm here, to drive your hoes in the myst Shorty bring the L's, I got equal, boo Don't forget, bring my friends for my friends too and play peek-a-boo Peace to Pocahontas and Pikachu, you niggas ain't saying nothing So what you, gonna, do? Ooh, I got a tech and I'll use it Got a vest, nigga use it, better step 'fore I lose it Get money, dog, I will not confuse them Get it twisted, confuse it, bop ya head to this music, man My niggas got flicks on ya, and my niggas got hits on ya Man, yo, we live for the big picture Pull out the calico and hit ya, hit ya, hit ya [Chorus] [Dungeon Masta] You sit in my face, I sense a snake in the garden Pardon self, son, but I don't trust ya Don't make me slap ya, pull out the hammer, cock it back, clap ya Shorty, you don't have to keep ya panties on Ma, are you legal? Drop down and get your eagle on Girl, I might lace you or ice ya moms with pearls Don't you remember, ma, I do to have a temper It got worse when my nigga died on my birthday in Novemember Our mentals POW, ready to bring trouble to Any muthafucka who gets me started You want to rumble boo, I flip you and bungle you Tickle you, cum on you, after tongues all up in you Now who's next on the menu? I should throw verbal slugs at who Let's call this nigga Boo Boo, he caught me over there I won't deny them, heckle and crucify them Kidnap 'em and triumph for all the shit he did, uh You know that I'm no fool, remember that? Don't let me take you back to school, remember that? Tie you up, drown you in the pool, remember that? Taking packages from them fools, remember that? Getting money from them stolen jewels, remember that? Niggas don't believe in rules, remember that? I hold grudges like tools, remember that? Even robbed them faggot niggas too, remember that? [Chorus] [OUtro: G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] G-Clef, Dungeon Masta, 2007 Chamber, Chamber, come on, come on Bring 'em out, lay 'em down, bring 'em out, lay 'em out Bring 'em out now, ho!