those that don't know Those that don't know that they don't know There's those that don't know Those that don't know that they don't know You know me
how many stupid MC's I've dissed But if the commence to try me I won't buy it I'll look them up and down and I'll say "Don't even try it" Cause I can
scale your style's frail I don't believe I can fail, cause I'm headstrong You're trackin me, plus jackin me knowin that you're dead wrong I got a Tec for those that
and mob nigga (get that doe) [Chris Ward] Scavenger, Chris Ward I was raised that way Live in the streets, cause it pays that way (get that doe) Hand
A.W.K.:] The streets out there that's talking shit, niggaz out there that's riding dick Talking down on the Screwed Up Click, they must don't know who
cash, that's the reason I mash We gon have the last laugh, I promise you that I put that on Pat, cause I promised him that To my sisters Tina, Paula,
scar, Dead End outlaw Coldest you ever saw, rough, rugged and raw A step above the law, but I don't gangbang I pull out that thang, and I let bullets
But it ain't just because we want to We ain't got nowhere we can run to Somebody please press the undo They only teach us the things that guns do Chorus They don't
Because this here, is a celebration, We're not mourning, We're celebrating Yeah So baby don't cry, Please don't let the tears fall So don't cry.. (
sweet She better know what the rules gon be Stick Then we Split And No Hits Won't You Come here with me Imma chil, how cite you are What You Don't Know
is a little to controversial, and I don`t think.. erm, We are going to be up and here comes that black Watch yourself, he is kind of smart, you know... [
that next tear in your eye You know that I come every time you cry In the back of this LA cab You drive me so mad Hold you til my hands bled That's the
Even when I die They won't worry me Mama don't cry Bury me a G Stuck on full Tangaray got a nigga high Lord knows I don't need another DUI I live a Thug
playa-hater, be a innovator nigga Fuck that shit, don't be no entertainer and a stranger Be a real motherfucker keep it real pack that steel Cause you know these streets
don't fall down (never) Hahaha Yeah Huh My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down Ugh Yeah My home boys might squabble but we don't fall
ligaments, all up in that nigga shoulder And a vest couldn't protect that flesh Cause I got, slugs, to knock the air out your chest Death, apparently they wasn't
when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? *static* [Man responds] I love Tupac's new record *static* [Dominique] Right, but don't you feel like that
Who you thought was on that asshole, don't ask though Outlaw Immortalz doin this dit-nirt on the sli-zow Ain't no chance to hide when we ride [Khadafi