bar the war I take the top off your car, and fire up a cigar Niggaz bitches, need to wear panties and bras Niggaz snitches, and they don't even know
Outside ? money and cars and more waste, detox I'm displaced, fighting craving for that city taste [Chorus] Escuchame... "Survival got me bugging" ? Inspectah Deck [x4] And
hot Run up in yo million dollar spot And get the, drugs and glocks and I leave the Bloody rug spots and I get the Money powder and the ice and I'm from
and what's fantasy and the poets down here Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of the night they reach
and give it to niggas HERE IT IS! SEE THROUGH MU'FUCKER WE'LL NEVER BE EQUAL I'll BANISH AND MAKE 'EM VANISH AND DO IT FOR THE PEOPLE! I be the baddest
) Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??) Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even
and give it to niggas HERE IT IS! See through mu'fucker we'll never be equal I'll banish and make 'em vanish and do it for the people! I be the baddest
When no one's your friend except needles and addictions Without your enemies and your problems you'd feel alone But I guess that's why we write fiction Limping through life, pointing at beauty and
throat and Told her it was a taste test and Take a deep throat so she wouldn't have to waste breath I mean they fucked her and stuck her I said man fuck
the fire Used to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the fire Break works put it in pots, sit it in fire Quick to grab the 5th and just fire Try
the fire, fire, ya gettin' burned, burned, burned Nigga let's go pump the ride, the ride, 'til it hurt, hurt, hurt (Better feel this shit ass!) And nigga
it to Bitch up and I switch up on that ass before I blast you And fools better watch them hoes in they mix Seen them choosen and you bid on that set
mask on Better yet I'll paint my face up like Dead Presidents In your neighborhood, nothing but dead residents When I get through with them, set them up and
Lousy on the trigger and his eye ain't on the clock Feed me like a monkey and I'll swing Deep inside the canopy where fire and ice are king Burn your
by B.B.S.S niggas too quick to pull the triggers an never know who to trust So I gotta put my things and you try to get some wrack and be a drug lord
're face to face with the money clocker, the black 6-4 bunny hopper Yellow honey dropper, rag top and a sunny dropper Spitting game to all the boppers, and