Cookin' them chickens put me on tha Food Channel Roll with tha pimps, oh nah I'm not a balla Sell up on those cities like a blue night crawler Call her on
to break laws Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war I got somethin' for you boys in blue The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you
fiends In this game you never win and always loose Even when you show and prove Fuck the boys in blue for tryin to set me up And I ain't sent you pigs you
no protection so I move real careful and slow You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak Call me Don Knots 'coz I'm getting on it every week, uh So come
i cut the top off that bitch like a sandal, Plus i got a door kit on that bitch so dey go up, & if you see the rims on that hoe you'll through up, &
Got the shotty on the side of me. My bad boys follow me. Im a bad boy, obviously. Pop one at your ivy league. I dont have a rivalry. If so, you have a
you say ow I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to move this motherfuckin' crowd I stay on like light switches, money, 'cause I like riches Hittin' nothin' but tight bitches, call me
Bout It, And I'm On The Streets With It, I'm on The Streets With It, See From Where I Come From You Gotta Be About It, And If U Want It Want It We Come
life on the inside Wyclef You got me fucked up I'm innocent Look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side But you believin' that bitch You
y'all Preeld in by Allah that I'm hittin' for y'all Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin' Like a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin' They called me
The nose on my hood just like my ride stay PISSED off I roll through yo hood they ask me do I call lift off Like if it was made out of space with 20s
't care Girl, who you rollin' to the club with, you Girl, who you turnin' all them bottles with, you Girl, who you rollin' on them dubs with, you Girl, who you
off and say call you tomorrow, she callin me back askin me how come I aint call her/ Cuz i'm chasin my paper still and you know how jealous my paper get
I'm on the streets with it I'm on the streets with it See where I come from, you gotta be about it And if you want it, want it we come and see about it
to the floor You don't know what just happened, you sufferin' from a fracture You rebel, let me catch you, I'll beat you, belly bastard You have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone rushin' You
play hard Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you. Bullet Proof: 16 worth a mill my