everything I?m about What do u want from me? What you want, is what you goin get without a doubt What do u want from me? What do you want from me? I
In My Dank Account U Call Yourselves Killers (What?) Y?all Niggaz Is Hoes Bums, Act Like Y?all Want It Nigga Come Get Some Don?t Hide, Ride On See How Long U
and muthafuckas call the cops on me Thug you don't know me So don't think y'all finna hold me Cause homie niggas don't know me [Hook: Krayzie Bone]
similar to Mike Jones You can ask my homies I'm memba back in the days they didn't want me Now I blew up they all on me They smiles phony Its hard
And u could be nex to die u better recogize U get done for, chump if you want war It's nuffin cause u ain't even fukin with my young boys O u got domb
wet the chrome And when I kill u the da feds come and Im long gone Dont try to tell me you anit heard about A nigga (bone) Lyrical killer Im fienna let
with) me (me) Now what the fuck they wanna see, the B-O-N-E or the MO T-H-U-G (T-H-U-G) Up in this motherfuckin piece Nigga don't let the beats (beats
in control There's nowhere else to go from here except blow There's nowhere else to go from here except blow [Outro: Sample] Shoot that motherfucker, You gonna kill me
me All my bitches won't you dip with me Everybody won't you dip with me All my bitches won't you dip with me All my niggaz won't you dip with me All my
risky I hope I don't re-live the day the Crabs got me So strapped I be when I'm rollin' thru the streets of Inglewood The Crabs want my life for what
K.C. told me how ta kill these niggaz While Troy had me in alleys dealin' with digits Aiy, life is real my nigga, me and Lac pa' was killed my nigga It
color blind [Threat] Killa Cali, the state where they kill Over colors cuz brothas don't know the deal And they'll cap you, not if they have to But if they want
my brothers from the North Never see me slipping, always ripping as they're falling off Don't sleep on me or try to eat me up Cause I'm raw, real rough
us nigga kill yourself [Chorus:] We can say what we like Put the pressure on em Ice Cube n Killer Mike Put the pressure on em I can do what I want Put
the Chevy, grill up nigga what, if you a crib or a blood nigga I don't give a fuck, let me see them fingers up nigga what, roll up on them, hit them
got turned out by thug life (babee) Now where the hell u think that stuff came from? Ya, act up if you want Makaveli tha Don, he was the greatest i know u
this lesson from the last and final hollow tip Thats what you get, some gangsta shit [Mia:] I tried to told yall aint want heard me So anybody out there