on your loaf like you was wonder the bread Sheek, Zeke, hell rell and I got some in the feds I contradict what ever the government says For them boys on
know you want it Don't stop, get it, get it, bitches betta get up on it Sit up on it shawty, get up on it See when I spit up on it, shit up all over
gotta play by the rules when you on these streets You lil' n*** tryin' to mimic what you seein' on beef, you better Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah Bustaclip
War Zone now, so don't be nervous And it don't stop Everybody drop *** bottom to the top They want me to stop 'cause I been goin' hard on them lately
Got you stuck On my elevator Get it up On my elevator Check it out My first floor Stuck on the golddigga Second floor Stuck on the dime piece Third floor Stuck on
as hell! and I don't want to Take it anymore!" Chorus: Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the kitchen) Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on
What it do, it's Paul Wall from the 713 I'm only 59 on the block in south beach Its all eyes on me, soon as I step on the scene Them stars down lookin
Said I was goin' to Matangna Right away from death and havin' fun Not to stray from on the beach The full rocket's from within our reach It's within our
Bitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?" Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire 17 inch momos black magic on his tires Crushed out stoned, plushed
screw fixin to give it to this boy goin flip his tounge man go on, go on, go strong (Big Moe) heeeeeaaaaa yeaaaaaaaah Im gonna bring young G in on this
people in the islands (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn) Peace to my people on the beach (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn) Peace to my
up B.G.'s to keep it goin' In the alleys, not the valleys, killa Cali the zone Long Beach bringin' heat, takin' off when it's on Fuck pretty, come gritty
, cock back and bust It's just some gangsta shit, goin' down on the East side Some niggaz who died and tried to whoride on mine Pull on the 7 Carter
And the ambulance come, and rush you off And the witness like - we don't know dem boys Me and my niggaz goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey Then we resume
