get they time to shine You get your neck broke or choked for fuckin' round with mine Ya heard me??!! [Chorus: Young Bleed] Get Yours! Never holdin' up when I get
yo life So don't be starting You wake with fullies strapped at your bed side Chiddy-chiddy bang bang, nothing but that Garden game Who ride, and ? old records. Get your
be together Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon (Yeah, niggaz movin somethin in the nine-trey It's all about makin money, gettin yours And knockin
(feat. Locie Loc) (... it's because they was bitches) I'm loved by many, hated by most But respected by all, 'cause the Loc stares at young whore I
vogues all on point On my way to the Town to get a doja joint Pushed it to the 7 to get some dank Hit the liquor store to cold get drank Now I got my
it's time for my main man the L-o-c to step to the mic Yo Loc - step up in and show em what time it is Ruthless is reality [D-Loc] Comin from the one
[D-Loc] Once again D-Loc is in the mix and I'm droppin dope like a muthafuckin kingpin Try to step and yep, you get taxed Cause the 5ft. 7 big mack is
niggas that try to get what I got They don't understand what I'm sayin, man Mister police, niggas just jock me [VERSE 2: D-Loc] Deion's the name that was given to me But I'm D-Loc
' hot and moist, I even get you a ho If you don't got no whip, I get you a car If you don't got no skills, I get your some more My nigga we don't cut
son, you're free to go. A-F-R-O marijuana cargo, __ C'mon, Let's all get drunk tonight. I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. Get nervous, as I swerve
he got his own kilo Running green nigga living like nino Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note It ain't green get it back with tha c loc Momma dead broke
and he got his own kilo Running green nigga living like nino Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note It ain't green get it back with tha c loc Momma dead
shot gun My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever Fuckin' with the Likwit will get your head severed WhoRidas get it poppin' lik Buggalo
are droppin in piles Labels will only sign your ass if you copy my style There's a lot of wack niggas and it's only gettin wierder Get your CD's for free
pimping, micro chips and capones The static cant get up on it, untamed I'm a gorilla A grain grippa, with the pocket full of killa Get rid of the evidence
