told me that a lot of men bury And when we go to court we not on trial we jury [Hook x2: N.O.T.S. Click] Back up off me baby let me see where it is
an M-I-T-C-H A nigga who's a B-I-T-C-H He never wants to - congradulate, he hates Cuz he's a fucking M-I-T-C-H [Tech N9ne] What up Mitch Is it an every
to show, there's no respect for the O.G.'s Niggaz talkin real tough like I'm N-E-X-T Like I give a fuck about shootin up ya peeps Bout gettin hit, bout
ya click I done told you I ain't, I ain't..... [Chorus - Webbie] I ain't no bitch(I ain't no bitch) I can't let no nigga punk me I'm a gangsta, I'm
move the nation Like automation, with no hesitation, no doubt son (naw mean?) It's off the books (it's off the books baby) It's off the books this year
dis Neva wrote so many hits Back, Slake same old lyrics I miss Back Black Never dismiss Type of remedies lyrical clock this *****, Don't u know them 10 man click
Cause nigga with me is like I can't stop and I won't stop Can't stop, won't stop Can't stop, won't stop Can't stop, won't stop C-K till my motherfuckin
now a n-gga think I lost my touch Listen if I ain't the realest ever done it I ain't off by much So please don't wake me up if I'm dreaming in the fast
shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
't Bone! [Chorus: Krayzie Bone] I hope you realize that you ain't Bone You ain't Bone Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone? Nigga, you ain't Bone
When it's over it's over, for the soldiers who hear me, that'll get me in trouble. Can I be closer, stay right near me. Here we are, aint no stars, uh
you want (don't put your hands on me) Betcha ass gon' get stomped (don't put your hands on me) You better get the fuck up out my face (don't put your
spending 100's on your necks Spending 100's on your wrist, spending 100's on your rims I'm on da block spending 100's on bricks Sending 100's to the
Swartzanigga, haha That's why you gonna die C.O.S., Northgate, my nigga Fig, Tall Cann G, Capone I'm that nigga Sicx [Verse 1: Sicx] Ain't nathin funny
the sky for me Smokin chocalate tie with me, get pies wit me Jewelery to buy wit me, wit Ice like T's Similar to brist, light up your rists, it's like
housing, Riker's Island Crime shooting up like a job, that's why we violent Dirty getter New York, suffer trials and tribulations And they rock, O.P.N., O
rocked, knocked if you don't run don't grab my jacket dun get the fuck off, break north or go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it's too hot you
