's time to handle business. What happened to the love? I think it faded out late back in the sixties. Now, I got every single nigga out to get me, lookin
pain Get the message from my lines or get the message from the .9's Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall nigga
[Verse 1] [The Rottweiler:] 17 years old, bold, tryin' to get my slang on Broke as a joke, uh, tryin' my best to hang on And if I don't, I'll be a failure
out, y'all hypin died down, its baskin an dried out, sparks poppin from the ground it's commin out my mouth, bitch don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll
my ass? Who is my friends who is my foes? Who do I ask, when I want to know somethin about somethin but I don't know nothin my ignorance be keepin me out
t stand to get my feet off the ground (I get so high) And I just can't stand to get my feet off the ground (I get so high) [MJG:] Now let me explain
this goes out to everybody in the whole wide world fresh coast gettin' rowdy we don't represent out west we signifyin' we showin' out and we about to
do me in Reppin and rattin me out, Gon get it to the neck wit the syringe Nina ross my girlfriend, She's my only friend I pop my clip off in her as soon
yeah yeah We got my man Extra P in the house But me and my man Akinyele you know we goin Worldwide this tour Cause yo you know how that go We gon' get
man (hahaha) But that's the curse of the slave like Candyman (yeah) House niggaz that traded they soul to get ahead (jiggaboo!) And then fucked over for
us) Hey, uh, it's Lee I'm amazin', original Asian Lime blazin' hatin'll get you nowhere, but get me Hotter than Cajun, spontaneous combustion My temperature
bad, sometimes I be gettin' mad I just gotta gun, yo my mother said don't call And like paper I was ripped apart Because you know that my mother is my
that's life, ain't no grudge in my heart I could sleep mornings, that's the business I just keep that shit apart, that's the wisdom In my position get
pulse that draws death dancing Out of anonymous side streets You know The ones that always get dumped on and never get plowed It draws death dancing Out
s tools will never dismantle the master's house but then, I'm getting away from myself as I get closer and closer home and the difference between you and me baby is I get