deified. All this dogma is bound, No effort to separate the myth from the facts, Fairy tales saying that the end of days have come at last. Was it always
straight up out the water I'ma wreck the game 'til it say "Out of order" (uh-huh) Put the high score up, then tear the floor up On the world tour with
and Filipinos Puerto Rican hotties, lovin them big bodies Escalate trucks... tearin' the turf up at rallies where we meet up So roll the weed up (what up
it all legitamint new york city it be shifty strictly for the one'z that move quickly is you with me i be in the cut like what up with the butter shut
for like them last four MC's pass more gas than a fat broad at a buffet B.I.G. off like Puffay, I been a Bad Boy since the days of Gumby Skills flow
hands up (throw ya hands up) Throw ya hands up (what you scared of nigga, what you goin for the trunk For) Get em up, come on Throw ya hands up Leave
up They know we fed up But we they just don't give a fuck They just don't give a fuck I gotta give my fuck offs Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department Fuck
, where more and more borhters givin up and don't care Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed and I proceed to blow the track up, for young
Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with that old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at? Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness.) Verse
buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking with
not knowin if, strays in flight gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me? Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up Last night we off
pain cause we drinkin Playin them hoes like manure First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (ha ha!) It's two niggaz comin up out
every dollar counts Bustas is jealous and half these niggaz is punks They runnin off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump They jump, my automatic
tha air oh yeah nigga bust ain't no time to spare called tha ruffest mothafucker and we fuck shit up and with tha stainless steel [???], we cut shit up
never call you bitch again You ain't fuck with me, hehehe I swear I'll never call you bitch again (All I just wanna say is um, if I fuckin apologized)
your ones [Yung Ro:] You niggaz got me fucked up, bucked down and sideways Pain In Full starving artists, and I ain't ate in my five days I got five
them 8 Mile alleys, let's rally [Eminem] Hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre's about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up
