of life My life my way, won't change what's inside Breaking loose with one voice stay true to myself, the only choice with one voice the only choice break loose
lackin, boy, I mean business Stupid muthafuckas play me close, but hell no I couldn't be touched even if you tried to bumrush A rat pack, niggas better step back Steppin
I step out with the bailor, move towards the door Slammin behind me, "Yo man, what you in for?" A murder beef, see? And that oughta prove to any fool Don't step
And if ya can't rap... [VERSE 3] Then you needs to stop runnin off at the mouth You can even step forth, break north or fly south Look east, go west,
your weapons wrong, there ain't no stepping on My forty five is my weapon My culture's a holstered with seven inch slugs is kept in Squarely I step in
Memorex when I be on deck Loose from deuce deuces from the neck and then I jet Et cetera, catch my rap and after that kick back Competitors could rap,
step in it, now who suffers from my control deficite? I can't go out like you ('cause you lack dopeness) I'll break your whole crew down to (a bunch of
did that kick back with the wrong angel to fuck with Carve my charm into your arms Fuck around, unravel this tall ball of yarn Snuck round back to disarm
the Tommy in the drawer Tell mommy wit the roll "Go on break a lil' corner off" I don't like that bammer I don't wanna cough You got to watch every step
two, ah one two, yeah Yeah, ah one two, ah one two [Verse One: J-Ro] Ooh, we got to clown, E-Swift get the rockets Niggaz step back I'm pullin rhymes
roll the sword from the front and back Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch Sue
Hardball [Verse 1: Lil' Bow Wow] When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back) Cuz they know I'm the only tight for dogs So many back to back
to go. Now I'm climbin' up the ladder to the scaffold there With 7 minutes to go. Now I'd better watch my step or else I'll break my leg. I got 6 minutes
head Low Pro in this bitch best to break your bread I said Opps up side your head Low Pro in this bitch best to get the worst bread [Silencer] We're back
Only rappers gettin mad the ones who Can't maintain Now the rap is gettin back to the mixtapes mayne First they tried to hate when I left said I'm history Came back
you But how can I sweat you? Go ahead and step to Whatever you think is right, it's your life I ain't with it cause I'm not the type Now back to what
me that flute beat Yeah, give me that one Uh, yeah [Verse 1 - Classified] All I need's a flute beat and two sheets of loose leaf to move me A two piece
I been quiet for too fucking long so now its time to break the silence. I start with the killing so fuck stopping the violence. I got something for your