Lyrics: Hey everybody in the 503 Put your hands in the air for the HIV Everybody in the 503 Put your hands together It started off with the apes And ended up in your ass Contracted HIV/AIDS Sellin your pussy for cash Suckin’ dick to get high Because you don’t wanna crash Holdin’ cardboard signs for dimes as cars pass HIV, you see, it chills in your blood Down in cell block T, with this guy you call your bud He says that you can be on levels that you never thought you could Stick that needle in your arm, like you said you never would. You got, HIV (Humanimmunodefeciancy) HIV (Now how could this happen to me) I intend to persue the afterparty Tryna’ grab a little lady and groove, get actin’ naughty I get up to my tricks, get her in the bedroom quick Fat molly line on my dick, the bitch just couldn’t resist. She sniffed it and licked it, I fucked her high as a kite And it all wouldn’t have mattered if I had worn a hat that night Cause one thing that makes for an empty Emcee Is fuckin’ around untill you got an STD I got HIV (Humanimmunodefeciancy) HIV (Now how could this happen to me) If she don’t say to wear one (You best put one on) If anyone wants to share one (Tell em needles are wrong) Autoimmuinodefeciancysyndrome) (Poisonous golf ball on the T) Death is comin’ and takin’ you with him (Rollin’ fat with that HIV) HIV (Humanimmunodefeciancy) HIV (Now how could this happen to me) HIV (Humanimmunodefeciancy) HIV (Now how could this happen to me)
Video Rating: 5 / 5