down like dominoes Got the gat between your eyeing holes, make you spine flow [A.G.] Well I'm a flow, shine with Show, your mind ghost See the man behind
G to the S (She's) S-E-X (Whoo) You already know that I like it hardcore I'm from Brooklyn, you can leave ya Timberlands on Creep like a Grem-i-lin, I
child's play now I got a taste for blood I gotta see some meat hangin' 'fore the job's well done I need to see a nigga drop before I make my gun stop
that dutch down, we passin the jakes Spot didn't get hot or jump until we came A fridge full of forties like Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang Rap pack of Godz
cuz incarceration is for real Yeah son you know its on Now who would be the clown in the nine-six to mess around and catch a fist I show no mercy if
a mouth full of gold, to show Uptown soul Plug hoes And make more money independently than a major nigga done went gold I got a million dollar gang wit a
on it homie Got a mouth full of gold, to show Uptown soul Plug hoes And make more money independently than a major nigga done went gold I got a million
Rufus Playin in the Lexus, Gangsta got a Q-5 If anyone of you broads know Baby know I like to ride fly B.G. got a nine two nine, Mannie Fresh got a Camero and a
for a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga?) Orderin' for 20 kees (Street value?) Two hundred and fifty G's (And what's yo profit?) A lick for a hundred G
do. [Mikey Styles] 1997, Mikey Styles, rap artist Composing, not a biter like some kids wish Open speakers blasting Get a good night's kiss Rock a bye
of payin dues is over I'm a little fed up, and it's time that I show ya We battle one time, you're dead, no sequel [Q-Tip] (Your mic, and my mic - come
make your puny soul diminish The Abstract delivers, I be the Queens nigga on point Mary Jane ain't nuttin but a joint They called a nigga up to add a
rag set Showin' a Crab like Awol no pity No skilled bitch soundin' like Dr. Seus A-W-O-L a wolf on the loose Should've been a B-Dog [C-K] Should've been
ton mec a bac +10, moi tu me connais, je ne suis bon qu'a pe-ra, a fourrer le trou de balle de la justice. Tout a coup l'independance bat des records, putain, tout a
been a hard road I went from slamming cardoors to 6-4's to 2004's I went from blued out in clothes to never booed out at shows Who doubt the foe led toast
in the big SC South Central is loco represento The crazy ass Eastside is in your fucking mental Lento, but harder than a motherfucker Catch me on a bad day knockin out a
babies, so I run rabid like rabies Niggaz can't fuck with my grammer If I was a bitch I'd be a bad mamajama [G-Note$:] Your music sounds like Loops of
