play the game of bloodCan you feel their Intuition?? Give your everything or anything And I shall cast a spell for my beauty dead And be dead and be dead You know what can be
' real When you get legal, I wanna be your man - and put 25 carrots on your hand And my niggaz agree, that you could be, (Who?) - Mrs. AMG Fine as you wanna be
on pourin up my white cup it's all frosty lovin the way it do me fall straight to the land of rules, and I be fiendin just like doobie so just.. [Hook
wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz [E.D.I. Amin] War Time War Time, it's either yourz or mine Outlawz be on a grind
Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go The only place for us I know, try to make the best of bad situations Seems to be my life
ni**az get murdered by the full moon Heard it in whispered tones ni**az is bold and they choose to roll I kill em all, watch now ni**a truth be told Westside
to be us How the fuck they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep
what time it is Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die California love, california thug You know what time it is Bad Boy Killa Mobb Deep Killa Chino XL Killa
Troublesome nigga [Chorus plays in background] Troublesome 19-muthafuckin-96 (westside) Let it be known nigga Boss of all bosses, Makaveli Menacin'
blood Now i'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer Ran through an alley Still lookin' for my getaway Coppers said Freeze, or you'll be dead today Trapped
, Am I livin right? I hit the corner smokin weed and drinkin hennessey Will I be sober enough to see my enemies? And if I do, Will I empty my clip? Or
niggaz than I do with you But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game I'll be damned if a thang changed, fuck the fame I'll be hustling to make
, with every breath, it's a constant threat, so watch yo' step! You could be next if you want to, who do you run to? Murderin niggaz, look what it's come
out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz (That's right, fuck these fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter
me? But he won't be layin' up in my casket or doin' life in the can for me, Maybe I'm brazen or paranoid than a bitch, Me dyin', you think I'd let him
, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major (Lord be my savior, unnh) Chorus: Stretch Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major Lord be my savior
nigga do Now watch a young motherfucker pull the trigger too RAISE UP, and don't let them see ya cry Dry your eyes, young nigga time for do or die I
Lets get high and ride Oh, how do we do these niggas But I'm not gonna cry I'm a Bad Boy killa Jay-Z die too Looking out for Mobb Deep Nigga when I