FUCK BACK!!) You don't want it nigga (STEP THE FUCK BACK!!) I take bigger niggaz (STEP THE FUCK BACK!!) [Verse: Fam-Lay (Lil Jon)] Fam-Lay don't give
that's right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that's right) They pop shit 'til we start approachin these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay
your weapons wrong, there ain't no stepping on My forty five is my weapon My culture's a holstered with seven inch slugs is kept in Squarely I step in
lost in the fog We refuse to be a cog In the machine killin' man Atoms fam Sabotage without a plan When the oven gets too hot We jump back in the fryin
my name AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings Just do the dance that's easy to do Lean back or that two-step, what'
' Or on so disrespect and step on my lawn Pass the gate insulate till sound deton's Twelve ten and debt never met chapter eleven My fam's my strength
Boodox:] Either swinging off my neck on my chain that wicked blang Or tatted on my skin when I represent this hatchet man I accomplish anything I step
myself No health insurance so the bills piled up on the shelf Rap for my daughter and my fam And every single fan I pushed through it now I'm back for
Busta. You know we got style [Verse 1:] When it comes to shoutouts Boogie Brown is here don't fear. The clear just step to it. Now I drive. Come
How could she set me up like that? I caught my balance, shot back I'm jettin down the fire escape I started sprayin I'm takin five steps at a time enemy
did rock n' roll with Fam Lay In VA, Norfolk to be exact I did a track with Swiss Beats, yea I got that crack My niggaz got my back Yo niggaz quick to
murder scene, I'm turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13th. Aight you Lil' Kim clone clown, All this buffoonery shit stops now. Time for you to lay down
d do it for my fam 'Til I realized that they didn't give a damn I stepped out of they comfort zone Now I can't step, can't step inside my mother's home
time to handle business nigga lay low [Verse 1: Phats Bossalini] I fight to struggle hopin god don't stop my hustle my fam fight back like wild dogs
Uh Oh.. Raps in trouble, HOV bout to double back And lock the streets again,ain't no police and him Got cops on the payroll, killers on the lay low Niggas
