Why ask why? I live everyday like my last Take a second, get in check with that nigga in the glass What he think, how he move, is he ready for action?
clips in any metal object Throwin a nigga on the walls and try to search me down I laugh knowin that my stash'll never be found Well anyway, on the third day
Yo whattup Pakman (Aiyyo whattup Bis, I'm waitin for the Rip Off man) Yo I just wanna know one thing (What's that?) You ready to get that dough (No doubt
carry Tell dem save the children You sold your bread, I sold my bread So ya meet my new friend, Mr. Up-On-The-Ten Then are ready to bust, let me load
about little old me Oh, I'm just a little O.G And I done seen the game changed up on me [Verse 1: Chip tha Ripper] Way back in my day, when it was all
feat. Maxminelli) [First Verse: C-Loc] Open your mouth wide traitor put this pistol inside, You my dogg thought I'd die for you, boss hogg was ready
about them dollar figures Ready to take the war, mafia said go get em Hair growin long, my hunger pain got my game goin strong From the Twats to the Third
game of crack Tried to sell and couldn't watch his back To the cuts and have the nigga jacked Nine double M to the dome and took his sack Day after day
Harrods boast that it can supply any whim that its wealthy clients might express, Well let them supply me an Exocet missile and a starving Third World
[Crazy] Ay, ay, Ay you know me, Ay, it's, it's, it's....it's Doc Holli-muthafuckin'-day, (You don't know me fools?) A.K.A. Crazy muthafucka now, You
Father nod But visible Father God and you ran your squad And now you run inside of cats With backward hats and boots Evangelical hip-hop modern day recruits
hostily torn? This be norm crusin' heavens highway representin' Yaweh the fly Way, the do or die Way I won't hesitate to take my last breath I'm ready
Y'all ready for this? Ha! I don't think so! Yeah! Oh, listen to this! We gonna come at ya! [Redman] Cypress Hill! Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump
.....do you? (Da Brat) Di di di da di di di da di day I'm on the dance floor and you up on it in every way Day to day you think of me Can't wait to
be caught slippin' when it's after dark Cause the niggas with no heart be the first to get sparked by This young-ass muthafuckin' G Two Twenty Third
Yeah son) On the mic one time (No diggedy) for your motherfuckin mind ([Redman] Ready to rock rough rhymes) Yeah We're gonna set it off one time (Ready
ready to start collectin 'fetti, swing cars like Andretti Heavy chips that Tha Gamblaz flip, when we hit Like the '89 quake, that shook the fuckin Bay Day to day