by every word that I've witnessed Chorus: Dead and left for broke? No not yet! Far from the ground, no you'll never bring us down Hey Hey Hey Verse 2:
Huh My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down Ugh Yeah My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (hey) (Westside, westside) Part two
the sunroof, drunk on Margarita Slobs ain't shit, we're gorgeous, ready for the raid Let 'em on pull up and watch me spray The F is for death and when
niggaz round here [Fel:] One shot, hey! [Lay:] Two shots, it'll pass you in, and make them pussy niggaz get from round here [Fel:] Two shots, oh... [Lay
were employed You and your boys have turned into you and your mens Time has passed you by and ruined your trends At two and at ten o'clock hands on the wheel
you through [Verse 1 - Nas] Two steps away from death, a vest and a holster I detest detectives arresting us over Weapons possession, they was checking the Rover Inspecting the tattoos on
sureshot pure Rock Co.Kane Flow [MF Doom] From the top of the key, the 3 Villain Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn Turn the
optimos Tryna make a quick flip, like my patna Maceo I'm shinin on my haters, signin deals so I'm a paaaa... Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth
up your boots and come on down the aisle Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel But tonight, you ain't shit, now spin the fuckin wheel Looks good, nice try Now
ride!) Rollin' wit' a open container, and one in the chamber Ten Likwit CD's in the changer Bettin' wages on the Lakers; yo' squad is in danger Hoes go two
next beer run, On one too many nights, the party's over. He's driving through your yard, there's nothing you can do, Dave's behind the wheel, and he
shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop And niggaz pack the clips, keep on Verse Two: Meth, Notorious Verse two
then they tape the block Rep to the death for my carnivores on lock And my dogs in the box meet you back on the block You know how the team rocks, 'til
through [Verse 1 - Nas] Two steps away from death, a vest and a holster I detest detectives arresting us over Weapons possession, they was checking the Rover Inspecting the tattoos on
gotta go find me a sink and Clean up, I'm beat up, I'm covered in blood It ain't easy, blood on my hands makes the steering wheel greasy Dead bodies vomit
ago, what can I do you?ve got me hooked on you and I can never go Hey Las Vegas, can nothing save us from you, night after night, watching the wheel go round Hey
