, rearrange the game Now every thug wanna feel my pain Smack 'em in the brain for being the lame Cut 'em up in pieces, then flush 'em down the drain Them dogs
nigga I'ma represent, with my dogs and keep it crunk nigga [Al Kapone] I'ma keep it rough but other niggaz they be lame with it Some may say they serious
who the fuck is gonna hold me down 'sides Crypt? Who the fuck can control my sounds still don' got me, Scott be makin' my vocal sounds so cocky Who got me? Yeah my dogs
Yeah, now this is here is something that you never ever in life do You know It goes down in my click the dogs they all simmer At the same time , 96
di whole place corrupt di whole place corrupt Weh tek some artist weh nah stop from carry man name A nuh me mek dem pop dung a nuh killer mek dem lame
me strippin? bro? Get naked I think I?ll the town light We?re gonna do it all night long You and me Your boyfriend is a lame Magic city Bow?ll make
Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame So if you wanna get it crackin, every
"I hate it" They make a club song and the minute you do the same The same people that said it, will say "You in need of change" The music is getting lame
cuz we respect the game And the game respects Steele N Tek, just the same Simple and plain, double cross will leave you crippled n lame [Tek] I still
your fatalist dream Biographical blueprint of a dope fiend scheme My voice distinct, I'm a lyrical marksman You run down my alley and my dogs start barking
show no mercy I flips tha scripts and it's tha dips when I rips and rock tha fuckin house for the Bloods and Crips Danger danger, ol' gangsta gangsta droppin dogs
the fuck doesn't?!?! When writers fed, bite his lead, or we can fight instead And fuck a can, we open whoop ass by the keg Tell your boys to get your lame
to me ya'll, Legal Hustle that's how we do What, ho.. [Cormega] In the street I'm known, for heat I hold My road dogs, Moe Dog and Bebo's home Niggaz
They still talkin' still hustlin' still musclin' And takin' over, catchin' your queen With no smugglin' She told it all Checkmate like Mac Mall We all ball, we dogs
Well, It took you seven years to learn my name And I know it's all the drugs and booze that I took, lame Oh, sh-sh-shame (what a shame) But it took
beat again, You fucking love it Yeah yeah yeah Drunk as a skunk Lean as a dean Always the same Since she was thirteen You want it You lame duck
who I can lay, my G on Team strong, all family, no peons Lock thighs with Miss Vibrant, and her neon Through the pass like Seon, see if honey catch this Then some lame
lite 'em up Then fly 'em up to the spot a pile of dust Get the chips stack 'em up bag a bitch dig her out Then kick 'em out let dogs sick 'em out All
