time Until it all happens to you Why would it work when its never worked before "Lets burn all the witches, lets beat all the whores" There is no justice There
WHOA! 3-2-1 hit the bomb like WHOA! I'm a beast, born in the Belly like WHOA! Excursion, stolen perellies like WHOA! I don't think there's nothing y'all
Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh! Wanna say what's up to all them real ass niggas out there feelin this thug shit and fuck all y'all player hatin
Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip. I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain?t getting nothing
said eight, yo. Na, I don't think so. It's seven. Whatever, dude. It's the P-a-t-r-i-c-k with the t-h-c m d-m- a So listen while I wreck it Then listen
Watching a man while he chase her, trying to figuer out whether she faithful But the minute that he takes her, break them C-H-I-C taker He running round
H.A.W.K., Mike D, Godfather) [talking] Down South Cartel baby Put your game face on, what Corleon, H-A-W-K, Godfather baby, C. Whodi [Hook] In H-Town
get me F-A-T P-A-T, S.U.C R.I.P., from Lil' Keke Give it to me, got to get it nothing but love C-Note and Cloverland, and that H-A-dub Rolling it up
m a rhyme all about my chips I ain't lyin' I got my foot on the floor in the fast lane flyin' Drape the double R L in an Accura or a M Thoroughbreds chasin
t want nobody knowin what just went on here Look... Now we don't want nothing but the H-O-E-S Black Tone, Crawf Dog and me less All the niggas that came
is mine for the milking, Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till?f it kills me I swear to god I?fll be the fucking illest in this music There is or there
T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H... L-O-O-K A-T M-E B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H... I said L-O-O-K A-T M-E B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H...
tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip. I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain?t getting nothing over
spill brains, when I pop shots Outside NY, in front of hip-hop cops Or broad day in L.A., I'ma tell Em and Dre This nigga bootlegging my music, ain't nothing
Q's - off wit'cha head It goes down when me or my clique feel played Uptown - you off ya P's and Q's - off wit'cha head [B.G.] C-A-S-H-M-O-N-E-Y - that
walk in the pen Niggaz try'na take that ass, make it their girlfriends Na' eat that meat, fold my clothes Cuz all you niggaz ain't nothing but hoes [
