wrong No, until we meet again Hold ya head and stay strong Yo, got my mind On a place to hide from police Sweatin' dogs as I'm runnin' 'cross 12th street
old man log From y'all with the paint balls, horrible dogs Ten hut but I can pay for it fog, fog Somebody following me in my rear view And it probably
shut all your blinds If I'm, hard to find take two puffs and pass I'd stay back but my benz moved up a class It's Dock and Meth the format is real sickenin
the daily, and Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught A one to three degree from v-o-p and n-c-c-v And
it But west automatics that jam U don't Streets smarts and a cool education U need it Ditching school n getting laid and not paid U don't Ma- braveheart and
pumped thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped. And we goin' shut this whole thang down Going out with a big bang, pow! And
t play myself kid I respected my faans And made the high bid Sometimes I write my rhymes At night and fall asleep Wake up with new techniques Grab the pen And
the map was it you don't be silly Will he make the beats up? Nigga what? And 24th Street rip But even blood niggas got dubs on my shit And thug niggas
puss Lima beans drop down and grease your dirty jeans National thunderstorms, step up and find your power Your records hot melt like yogurt and you smell
and money bags and the ass of the shottie showin Play the hero I bring the heat to the street Like Al pacino and Deniro eliminate twenty muthafuckaz to zero Watch me the streets
all your blinds If I'm, hard to find take two puffs and pass I stay back but my Benz moved up a class It's Doc and Meth the format is real sickenin Contagious
we meet again,hold ya head and stay strong(Yeah!) Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police(Where?) Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th Street Just
the daily, and Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V And
to go in there and get them niggas man let em know the drought is over man game recognize game cock your pistols and aim (wee straight) all about hustlin and
strapped and filled with plaques I ain't relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up I drop Pradda, lock and load, heat the streets up You weak fuck
your blinds If I'm, hard to find take two puffs and pass I stay back but my Benz moved up a class It's Doc and Meth the format is real sickenin Contagious