it stopped They're telling me That my heart won't beat again Won't beat again, it's killing me That my heart won't beat again Won't beat again, it's
trippin keep them kilos flippin Dayton's dipin We can expand by a little land hand the dope game down to the next man Buy a little business clean the
on the fuckin list, get to the back of the line man!) Nigga it's my motherfuckin party! (I'll knock you little niggaz the fuck out!) [beat changes again
Let 'em spin on them haters, man And all the players Worldwide, do your thug thang [Pre-Verse: Baby Bash] I take a slow beat (Slow beat) And spit a hard
you waiting at the pen your homies is there, that aint never coming back again it's silly murders in the dope game robbed and executed over cocaine from Little
Yeah, [Verse 1: Layzie Bone] Staright Mo Thug nigga return from the Claire Test this hustla betta not dare We talkin' about distributing llelo Little Layzie beat
off faces, the rage mark pages From the block to the cages You our main inspiration when we rockin' on stages We came a little way from beats in the basements
[Buckshot] Most definitely We up in here Boot Camp Clik On the beat... TY Dizzle Ah One Shot Deal Duck Down in this muthafucka once again Let's do this
my feet So I can scoot a boot to that two-four jukebox beat I'm heartbroke out of my mind Pardon me boys if I get a little out of line It's just temporary
Representin' Heaven in some boots and baggy denim I get in 'em 'cause I'm plugged into that outlet from on High Born and die to live again, so when this
t get respect If you was a captain or a cadet Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a Vietnam vet I'll battle you 50 deep Solo artist shocker dead beat Derelicts
La di da di da di da [Verse One] Thug come up in a fresh white benz Baby mama talkin crazy cause I'm high again Flow like a motherfucker say it again
[Dr. Dooom] Yo, fuck Octagon! Don't ASK me about that FUCKIN shit FUCKIN ask me about that fuckin shit again!! I ain't doin that type of shit (I ain'
times got they mind in a quiz Little homie skippin' classes Checked his ash tray for ashes Plus he threw away his glasses Now he think he need a chain and some Timberland boots
bibbedy-bibbedy-bibbedy-bong-gang ultra-king But BBD boxing up yang, giddy-up Didduh-duh, didduh-duh, didduh-dum dum dum I'm coming again and again a
(feat. Boot Camp Clik) [continues after end of "Follow Me"] [Starang] Yo yo yo yo man, no blackin out youknowmsayin Watch the funky roll, my man Rhino
want the blues I turn to the news and what do I see (merciless)"Everybody in the world ready to D. I. E." We got blacks against blacks, browns against browns whites against
Z departed And these other rap labels know don't feed they artists Talkin blueprint shit you got three garages Gettin money off Roc like little E and carter Showin off your little