I was grinding, got the balling disease I had a dream I was a Don, U-Hauling these ki's Yelling Southwest, Braeswood And y'all know, 8900 pay good I went
five Clockin thirty G's a year to survive But I know kids who in a month or so Make that money sellin ya-yo Pushin a drug, I can't understand Destroyin
five shots Soon I'll be at peace with the stress I've got This revolver's mine This revolver shines Irrational logic of the faltered kind This bum right
ma, I'm hollerin', trynna see if you swallowin' You trynna pick out which ride ya hoppin' in I know you wanna roll, come on, let's ride I know you wanna
to try to be down Brother your best bet, is to cover your eyes, like Dee Brown (Cause it's a bum bum bum, bum-rush) And if I ask who popped shit, the
(feat. Jay-Z) The sheer sincere rap engineer's here And wherever I go yo, you know my man Jay's near More than up to par, styles indicate who we are
"I ain't black, I ain't white!" [x12] [Zev Love X] Well I'm a be a pleaser, if I had skeezer I'd put skeezers stacked up like ice cubes in my freezer
't test the great, debate The broke I break you fake, like Greek plates Rrrah! Party in the morgue {*repeat 4X*} [Verse Four: M-Balmer] Bum-bum-bum-
swift Criminal background, I can go underground Pound for pound every lyric I throw down Cause this is a showdown, suckers I mow down They rush like ( ? ) when I
, I don't be drinkin no brew, I do get high til I kiss the sky an straight up run this juss Hindu, I, do I go under and under like True Lies shakin these
no-no. Tell me I ain't the flyest nigga that you ever saw Live in - action! Guaranteed - RAW! [Interlude:] "Who's comin' through? Y'all know who! DO! " [
, don't test the great, debate The broke I break you fake, like Greek plates Rrrah! Party in the morgue [x4] [Verse Four: M-Balmer] Bum-bum-bum-bummm
him fold up I kep' on bustin' and bustin' and cappin' cappin' y'all Until I emptied the clip out cause I was snappin' y'all The was the S-P-I-C-E-187
I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it I'll rock 'til the motherfuckin feds come knockin The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman
sack up my last little dope I wonder if these boys got a scope on your fore' And I know they don't, really don't give a shit All I know, these niggas
beh, bay-beh, bay-bee Ha! I make it happen, ladi de, ladi da When I was a boy I said "Oh" but now I'm a man saying "Ah" Cha cha cha, who knows where
