C (coldest lyricists, in the 7-1-3), hey [H.A.W.K.] 7-1-3, is the area code 7-45, is how I hog the road 24/7 nigga, I stay blowed And all the hoes say
could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda:] So you mad cause I'm styling on you? Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you Get violent on you, you a sissy like
9 (10, 11) 12 18 She's the one you thought would never do a solo LP Yeah now what chick could outsell me (what chick) Drama comes in dozens and I know you
9 (10, 11), 12, 18 (what!) She's the one you thought would never do a solo LP Yeah, now what chick could outsell me? Drama comes in dozens and I know you
7's [Shabazz the Disciple] The way to win the war, is we attack 'em from the skies Conceal the victory when we assign one of our spies (right) Make them
y'all don't come out til the coast is clear (Who you suppose to fear) Street, I fears no one You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun When
Tell you 'bout my bitch (Oh-oh, baby) Some might even say she our bitch (Yeah) I don't even trip (Oh-oh, baby) (It's you I'm keepin nigh You, baby
you was claimin' in the county Suckas on yo' jock You claim you run the block Polyurethane busta you cracked in half Claim you foldin' bank But I know
BT area That 7 and D clique, 6 and Drys nigga 3rd and D yall in here 4 and D, 2nd and D 6 and B oh you know you in here My cuz and them: Ronnald, shawn
I see you scoping on my life and now he tells me You look suspicious and you plan is tryin to gank me The mainsuspect but your the reject You'll be the one
reality I see you scoping on my life and now he tells me You look suspicious and your plan is tryin to gank me The main suspect but you're the reject You
and make my day" But don't ignore this I take you out just like Chuck Norris Or Bruce Lee, you're so sorry Why don't you go play your Atari You're like
who the fuck could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda] So you mad cause I'm styling on you? Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you Get violent on you, you
do in my life was be a hustler Some don't get it, but feel me when I spit it It's all about the dollar [ verse 2: o.c. the sinister ] It goes one for
restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven In a cab or the back of 7-11 Whether you're white and the music you like is rock You can come and get some
I'm on it, I'm open like a pore Yo, you say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at While you bustin' caps, I drop the (Da bomb) Mmmm, now what you gonna
it alright? [Verse 1] See what you don't know is I'm a 5150 a schizo in the mist I keep my pistol in my grips You disappear like extra clips If you
(10, 11), 12, 18 (what!) She's the one you thought would never do a solo LP Yeah, now what chick could outsell me? Drama comes in dozens and I know you