stand on it Fuck it, I even dance on it And if it got somethin to do with stratch, I watch my back and get my hands on it Ya'll got me all fucked up,
and sending in and getting in and you know we gotta do it and take it to another place gotta taste it and I gotta grab it and I gotta cut all through
commit felonies Get your chain tooken I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn I know we facing a recession But the music y'all making Gonna make it the Great
they, ha? I spit it through the wire man It's too much stuff in my heart right now man I'd gladly risk it all right now It's a life or death situation
lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late Isn't it ironic Don't you think? It's
keep my head up And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up 1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, it's the art of war It don't stop, it won
light-skin fool ya', I will f**k you up. . . . when the thugs cry This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what it
in the V, brand new with the beat I live real life like I say, I do in the beat Yeah, true indeed, I do indeed Do it for the OGs and the true MCs Them
in the V, brand new with the beat I live real life like I say I do in the beat Yeah, true indeed I do indeed Do it for the O.G.s and the true MCs Them
watchin' n****z f*** over They over sea I kept it reala But bein' real ain't really always what n****z make it to be I never thought we'd make it and
meetings, my life swam around me It took a look and drowned me in its own existence The smell of brown leather, it blended in with the weather It filled
fo rappin about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare no happy-happy, joy-joy it's these boys, runnin from decoys, pimpin mo bitches than Dr. Detroit it goes down Mr
to do this music The more we became enveloped We just developed a fellowship through it It's no pretend ****, it's friendship, mi nemesis is su nemesis Ain't for him, it
say it whenever you sayin it, just remember How you said it when you were sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? Second verse, it gets worse, it
s the matter?" "I don't know, my leg, it hurts" "Leg? I thought you said it was your tummy?" "Oh, I mean it is but I also got a bum knee" "Mr. Mathers
on the anniversary of your death Like the top of a wedding cake Two timer Yeah, I keep a bitch on the side I'm Mr. Warning Guy You Mr. Wanna Die The Bar
