Yo Bent, let's get to the club man [Hook] R-O-C, if this is what ya want Then put cha' hands up high and keep em' up My dudes, my dimes then this is
Ruthless is reality [Dr. Dre] (Ruthless) Ruthless is reality Ruthless is reality [Richie Rich] Yo Icee B, that was tight But now it's time for my main man the L-o-c
[A.D.O.R.] Internation-al A.D.O.R. urban guerillas, pure terrorism 100 strong beats, comin at'cha All in your area Pure microphone terrorist When they
J-Ro] Ge-geah It's the J-R, O The whole world love the way I, flow Puff 'dro but I don't sniff, blow Alkaholiks make dough oh, no Now you know you love
We dem niggas be in ya crib just like furniture Pop up with the gun in ya Release one for zero-zero M (Yeah) Bleek-R-O-C (Yeah yeah) dot com (Yeah) [
Reppin' for the T-O-R-O-N-T-O T Dot O Dot Dot [fades into Chorus] [Chorus] This is for my street misses The one's who like to creep misses In the back
Yo 10 school m8s Growing up daily Non of ya'll thought we cud make it dis far All of ya'll fort we were chattin blah blah Now who's da one larfin, har
to be expressed Fuck all ya'll Crabs, ya'll niggaz ain't shit And you will never catch Green Eyez mackin' to a Crab bitch [G-BONE] Slob-ass niggaz C'
93 [YOUNG MALCOLM] Piruuuu Loooove Babyyyyyy... Piru Loo-o-ove I said Piru Love [BLOODY MARY] Rest In Peace to the homie Killa Wack To lil' homie Kay Ron O.G. Tookie, Iceberg, we love
So flruck on ya punk ass coppers, hard rock niggas I got ya Me and B.D. we B.C.C., tell O.G.C., parle, this one's a freebie Fake g's please, I love you
2: Reek Da Villian] (Busta Rhymes] R-double E-K, D-A Villian I'll pull a grip out of this waist and splatter ya face When the cali' blow, you'll get a
Tah] All of my niggaz R-I-D-E For the love of the dough, we be Never lovin them ho's, See see How the gangstas roll Pimps and Poverlous R-I-D-E For the
Iraq niggas at Wha What! Now where my N.O.R niggas at Wha What! Now where my Cam'ron niggas at Wha What! [Cam'ron] Eh, yo I just wanna walk wit ya'll
it's real...dog...no joke Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch
rule So how many M.C.'s must I consume? Open up a nigga like a pussy womb So nigga, call ya orangutang Goons and baboons [Remedy] Who the fuck are you
(feat. Daddy-O, Hi-C, Kool Moe Dee) [Hi-C] I said a hip, hop, the hippie the hippie dibby hip hop hop and you don't stop to rock it to the bang bang