heavy It don't worry me if motherfuckers don't get it Yo if rap gets jealous 'cause of where I'm headed I used to be public enemy, don't forget it And
heavy It don't worry me if m'aa fuckers don't get it Yo, if rap gets jealous, words that were admitted I used to be a public enemy don't forget it. And
gees don't fist-fight They got they 9mm ?????? Tust enough to get your punk butt licked up It's not 'bout the set I claim, cause I don't bang I'm just a
is 2 Live for you people Who run around, changin' laws, just to say we're equal File a complaint, turn in your risume 'Cause the A.G.S. don't play I'm
Bitches with dime figures, telekenesis in my mind Make my diamonds shine, then I blind niggas Pussy punk perpatrators and playa haters They can't fade
than a player, I'm more like a pimp I'm more than a Player, I'm more like a pimp (Baby, Cause I'm a macaroni) KK: KK is a nut, got all the hoes that
a hoe for a player They might as well be on a stroll Bring the 'K back a fat end Just so they could be my friend I don't accept it, I'll look you over
only 5'5, still a young scrub Didn't even matter if I got my ass jumped As long as that proved young K wasn't a punk Now I done got my roam on, buzzed
players) I love sippin promethazine potion....... [Verse 3: 2Phace] Take a trip with me but you can't be scared of floatin a potion with a notion to
ain't never been rich I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww [Napoleon] Another lonely ni**a with a 12-gage pump with a
, you be the first to reach in your trunk You scary ni**az is punks, you ain't s**t without your homeboys ni**a, punk a*s motherf**ker You ain't s**t
s either yourz or mine Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine And ride on em', leave em' stuck and fucked from the gate Set it straight, regulate wit' a
of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh) Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be known Be approaching
take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton Niggas terrified of comin from the young gun Hearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me
home Don't be a punk ass nigga when the time is on (I knew you was a punk) Throw ya hands up (throw ya hands up) (that nigga don't wanna fight) get em
E.D.I.] You'se a B-writer a 'Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothin' but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser 'bout to get murdered
't sleep, My enemies want me gat Call my mama and they scream drama [Kill you bitch!] Could it be they don't know that they fuckin wit a G? (Rat-a-tat
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja All you wanted ta be, a soulja