bring the drama to whoever you wanted to, you a leader when you can get a leader to follow you But anyway, life goes on, so i'll see you when I art in
dont't give a fuck you know what I'm sayin? [Tupac] I was framed so don't make the same mistake, nigga You gotta learn how to shake the snakes, nigga cause the police
you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep [Hussein Fatal] I focus my locus thought on
Richie Rich] It's a Saturday night, my girl's actin real shitty Due to the fact I just left Campbell City Straight lace Zeniths and vogues all on point On
pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team Long on the suine DVD's on the screen Blowing on cream
While you hold your breath waitin on the year 2000 The government's busy taking your public housing Wages kept minimum, it's a new millennium Replace your ghetto with condomeniums I met Satan standin there waitin On
just hit closer to home Cuz it happen it in our backyard This that *shit* bring us closer to home They ask "What you writin fo'? What you writin on that
cheque I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on
with it Grab a microphone and preach when it's westside wicked! Bonez Dubb: Gun play, gotta raid the police right in the middle of streets I'll leave 'em all out deceased, I bring
drop they clothes, I suppose But meanwhile my baby girl needs some vogues She told me everything that was on her mind Who she loved, who she despised Why she like the night
the dark The hungry hunters are searching for your smell of money, Pleasure and blood, Dangers, worries, fears, bring on the night Turning around
got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police
if it take a verbal ass-whippin My tolerance is gettin short So rappers that can?t walk the walk grab your tape and escape from New York (A typical night on
Verse One: B.G. I'm tryin' to do right But I'm surrounded by wrong Avoid the all night flight And still make it on my own I'm tryin' be cool Do what
can't hold it in my friend the Liks get the most clout We be scorin points like Michael Irvin on the post route Don't bring me to the party, because I just spoil it I be earlin on
with my sig-na-ture (the Gift, uh-huh) It's the Chief, uh-huh Tearing up the drum and bringing heat, uh-huh Block shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh Blazing on