up in your dome Peace with the chrome piece that I pack Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back {Verse Two: Redman} Who the fuck I be I,
fuck you at. {Busta Rhymes} A yo cut my shit off, get it off. A heh a heh, a heh heh. Here we go again motherfuckers. A heh, lets start this shit.
up These niggaz sound trash, straight foulin the game up Need to change up (change up) sound so trash When I see 'em feel like breakin they frame up
NY on the fitted shines from the brain inside So I don't need a Yankee on for a New York frame of mind [Chorus] I'm trained in the dirt, I strain to
(feat. Mob Figgas) [Verse One: C-Bo] Twenty five years old, still tryin to make a livin off-a one live, then they're only slugs give a nigga Fuck holes
to rang (grab a pen) I teach ya how to stunt (yeah) Get up all them forth and twenty's, I run that bitch, fuck a punk (woo) Seens slugs inside the grill
keep composure, up around your folk That keeps from trying to wrap a rope, around your throat Don't choke, you feeling like giving up Life isn't a million
a stress world Even the fresh girls get sprayed up like S-curls I assissinate I was brought up by the ways of a tec A nine, a gat, a glock is all I need
turbans Lightin' up the sky in a black surburban We on the late night streetsweep, hit at least three The price you pay and it ain't cheap, make his frame
know a place where life is fucked up Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up Time ain't nothin but a frame of mind And life is like a mountain or
a great fuck But that's only from the face down and the waist up And I got eight sluts, one for each day I wake up Plus an extra for the morning I die
a move, make a move, every posse make a move Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move Make
a gold sack you shown dat when you flowed that's a known fact clone rap suck a MC broad need to pick another field, go out and find you a job or either
fab, coordinated with some G shit to bang Twenty cents on the hang, ain't a fuckin thang The Bigga Figga Dilli ride the city gettin greedy Ohh what a
you best invest in a brace I'm makin' moves shake and bake and then I eat the whole plate I'm psyclone like a dog for his bone you take a piece of my
the same fish that I hit you up with Was found inside your bitch's clitoris after she sucked my dick The Demigodz ain't give a fuck if you lovin it My
in our face... smiling hard... showin' their golds Burning up... on the inside... damn near... 'bout to explode We killing you slow lyrically wise, y'all niggaz can't fuck