[click-bang] [rapid automatic gunfire] [Sheek Louch:] Stop frontin, aiyyo [Chorus x2: Sheek Louch] Lies, rumors, rumors, lies Bricks, bundles, birds
it is (Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million (Outlaw.. ninety-nine) Fresh out on bail, ni**az still can't see me (Napoleon, E.D
keep calling me nigger? Get my wieght up, with my hate and pay 'em back when I'm bigger Still thugging in this jail cell MIssing my block Hearing brothers screaming all night Wishing they'd
me comin all the way up the block Cocaine like sittin on thangs with shocks with a glock, bet I'll be hittin yo block Packin heat like ground beef roasted
One look and said I ain't shit in bed, she must be licking lead You'd better let your gods recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides And never sweat them lies
on the block wit a bundle of rocks Wit glocks, That's cocked and ready to pop, The block is hot Ring on the spot, Cops on my block, They tryin to fade
this gossip I think my brain about to pop [Chorus x2] How many songs y'all got? What's the name of your block? (Eighty-Eight) Where'd you get that
and cockings I heard the noise of whisperings and plotting I could've sworn I heard the walls talk Before I knew it shots echoed in the hall block I see
shifter face slitter, paper getter Tape your sister, rape your sister Make your sister take it in the face And if you're facing us, block off a 30 block
he looks frantic, no he looks afraid Immediately apprehensive til I heard him say "Do you want this It's not mine I promise I found it on my block in
of those songs you can clap along too... [Slug] Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap Walks amoungst the flies that hover over the mat He lies,
ya (for ya) Makin a name for your south so ppl know ya So that's what I did I hit the block hard Started selling c.d's up & down a bulivard (bulivard
he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover Raced up the block doin' 83 Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D He winked his eye like his star status
a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin a Thugsta At first they try to bring me in court for child support Women deception and they lies I'd
couldn't happen -- cause youse the talk of the block But you just been rocked in your man's gamblin spot [Buckshot] Ride on, you see B.D.B. when you
morning at eight I tell my baby girl its a world who came here to party Tell her friend and ima tell me and we gonna start it J-D know all of our hoes
mark the end of the Prophet's run The burst and break of the surface will certainly service The birth of opaque, pestilent smoke to block the lungs We knew we'd
