(feat. Ty Shaun) [Ty Shaun (via phone)] Yo.. Yo, this Ty Shaun, man Word to mutha, man AKA Ty Nitty AKA William P. Holla Man, this my nigga Clue (Shout Outs) You know how we do this man Word to mutha, man Yo... Yo... [Ty Shaun] It's desert storm motherfucker, hit the floor, times up No question entertainment got ya cap lined up I bag for chips big guns and fly whips Bitches with bright red lips and wide hips Who crazed with thugged-out niggas with long dicks I'ma mad man, you can call me a convict Gunnin niggas down and I'm known for ice picks My cliques some iced out niggas who bomb shit Desert storm, catch your bodies in bare arms Ty Nitty run the city, but Clue is the don QU diplomats, throwin slugs at y'all Niggas floor skirts and clap pom poms Tranvets and wearing ya thong thongs I'm spittin' from the heart tearin' niggas apart Sixteen bars is like sixteen thugs Blow a hole in your face and mail your family the parts Motherfucker! [DJ Clue] DJ Clue... The Professional... Part 2