I like punchin' people I don't even know I knock 'em flat up fuckin' out Tuck some money in they jacket with a note That simply reads, I had to let some
got a three foot dick for all your chick jaws Walkin' through the slums 'bout to strangle someone Maybe it's a custom, gotta get it done I live like
side panel reading, I want you to find me c'mon, I sold that Night Rider, and it came with a Kit when you put the shit in the needle and hit it, that
pathetic n let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz So ya better snap ya fangers And then rrock with it Cuz if ya chops spit it I'mma let somethin hot hit it
method of making money you gotta get the milla by doin it like I do it do the work and believe in it when you do it to the fullest aint no problem achieving it
'em feather Invest it, be fed it since it separated Hit the mic and then we buy a little medicine I'ma (Choppa, Choppa, Choppa) Automatic kickin' the ammunition Killin' the competition know it
pot of curry On your right side there's fire On you left, deep waters Watch your step, it's deep waters What's that coming through the floor? It's a
We straight Extra, extra read all about it The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album Fuck a truce put the side on the news Got killers
the front room floor Bout to do em all cuz I done have problems bout all this shit unfolden Bout my money, I came at it, and your son ain't have it Now
the truth in the booth what I rap about I did it I told Johnny put thirty pointers in my fitted I get it, I got it I'm makin a profit my kitted Impala
{talking} I'm sick of it Me to Stop playin' This here is for the Tan shade man with the braid's Stop playin' with me I'm sick of it Fake punk wanna be
Ya, & Tec-9] Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun (WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN) Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun, It's plain
'll spend your money they don't give a fuck About a dead rapper nigga they'll chop it up Keep it movin' y'all they'll come mop it up Corrupt L A P D
went platinum but I still serve that nickel rock Hard times, bad times, fuck doin' jail time Cook it up, rock it up, bag it up and sell mines This is
Then Mr. Oogie Boogie Man Can take the whole thing over then He'll be so pleased, I do declare That he will cook him rare I say that we take a cannon Aim it
not know how to read and right, but I do know Arm and Hammer If the screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black, that means it's bamma If it's too many
last Because you can't do me, because you can't do me Because you can't do me, come on Yo, son, wake up, yo, yo, I gotta do this Man, I gotta get this
jacket could do I teach, seeds to read, never reach for the weed indeed Bow down to the great Bob Digi Digi Yo, it must be Bobby Oh, no, it must be Bobby Oh, no, it
