but it's raw And it's pure I got to get it off my chest to alleviate the stress Press upon you like I did as a kid In the days of the age and yes begin
(feat. De La Soul, Q-Tip) How Ya Want It We Got It (Oh yeah!) [x4] [Dove] Hey Mr. Africa (What) This joint is headed Man I'm glad that beef is debted
a hit Cause then these fake rappers start thinkin they the shit Now they don't write, can't fight, never was hardcore Yo, what's the name of that movie? (Uh - _CB4
touch Now baby I believe This is real So take a chance And don't ever look back Don't ever look back We drove to Cali And got drunk on the beach
building up my game my hustlin' gang thang But blow up in skrilla Cali, a must to maintain my composer Bit the bombest spot for the doja A 9-4-3-3 soldier
pass me a 40 you ready to do this shit or what Lets show these motherfuckers ((Chorus)) Master P dont take no bullshit What up with that x4 ((Master
road so come with me let's ride All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga (2X) [C-Murder] Nigga back in the days I was
yeah I know my game is major She gave me her card, she said I can page her I was gon wait a couple of days but I did her a favor Call her now, invite
science count it down as it rolls and it blows It's me, tickin time bomb walkin freely Through any facility, ain't no killin me [CHORUS x4] Niggaz kill
bus handcuff and shackles Hella tight on my ankles cuz the cops an asshole Left Tracy headed to new Folsom "Penaten" 82 point strong but left with 4 to
t sit back I stand strong so you know I don't get checked The born Outlaw so you know I ain't wit' that My younger days in the day tryin to figure out
m throwin up my set JC, nothin can fade me[JC] Got me down since the old school cruisin parks Caddy's sittin on shocks, sippin 40's past dark Cause back in the days
of Ali and Sugar Ray Magic Johnson, Tony Dorsett and Doctor Jay Then came the Cold Crush, L.L. Cool J Pops said he had to move to Cali, but nah, I had
it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye Starvin since the days of Kindergarten When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards Blow shit up like the 4th
cap You make hit records and you still can't rap I said it before, I'll say it again You don't belive me, ask your fans When I walked into Cali, the
2x):] Five (5). Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (what!), One You done when I see (see), you (you) (ya days are numbered shawty) Five (5), Four (4), Three
are cold I'm kickin up on your ass till you crumble and fold I'm on the creeps on them vouges Droppin 6 to them 4's Makin records, going gold That's my
just talk to you when you get off the nuts (Man that's fine, and don't be goin through my shit either) Aight, Mad Skillz, 6-4-7 [dialing phone] 2-oh-... [