me. What the fuck did you forget what you promised us? I remember good times, we stood side by side, but those memories just fading away. JUST FUCKING STOP
Ski] I'll turn your ass upside down and shake the motherfuckin' change out your pocket, and empty out your wallet, we (maddoggin') Fuck your fachi and
Havoc] Yo, I don't know you, you don't know me Just mind your own business, everything'll be sweet We don't talk over here, we just speak with the heat
y'all I wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all Check this out I slid up in a party where some suckers was at Out of bounds slipping fucking
Napoleon] We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz (That's right, fuck these fag niggaz
the people that their hair can't be nappy!" Blonde and blue-eyed, or dark-skinned half a G A disease, created by leprosy Don't speak of bleach, bend them
tired of these mother fucking niggas man! (Hey yo what's the deal with these little mother fucking monkey's man?) Yeah son I just want to give me 8 bars
Applause now thats the first half of my act I started out like a pimp Now I'm more like a mac I dont need your paper just dont fuck with my stack Oh
straight to the wig Speak truth like kids, tell you what you don't know Kobe? Yeah, he's real with the flow Kick in the do' wavin' the flow-flow All you heard was stop
that's the first half of my act I started out like a pimp Now I'm more like a mac I don't need your paper just don't fuck with my stack Oh it's like
all 'bout the bread Go 'head fuck with the kid, see it's just what I said See the stash, I'm makin double makin kilos bubble {?} stop, boy I cut you til
you're taking mad long with my ID I'm in here weekly You know my face by now, Stop wasting my time, you know the deal, get me out of this line "The list
for every fuckin' time I drop in a 'tel And that's for every fuckin' time I'm droppin' a shell And that's for every fuckin' time I pop and you yell Mop
t even cool I used to be conned, racked, fucked around, and ripped bad barking up on the wrong tree talking about runnin up in my past Niggas have hateful thoughts but they stop
fumes choke you) As I walk out my door, step into the pollution (I breathe in the problems) exhale solutions Physically the situation's hard to stop I
And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop Kill em all, yield (naw man It wasn't me it was Holden Caulfield brother I just read and pulled the trigger
. Look into my eye. Girl, you damn pretty. Stop actin' so, _? Put some oil on your titt--. Hey, man, I'm up outta here. She don't wanna fuck.