Killah] Yo, classic murders, slick gun material Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial Hammers that hardly work, go to work Like a slave on a hot day
Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill You for it, images without no coke connect pills We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know the deal We Bad Boys
know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood Where they get fly like a G6 And everybody know this is the remix Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down
ain't havin' it, see 'em in the dead zone Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head phones Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal My verses are hot
is a classic, any nigga Ever had beef with, son is a bastard Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X. Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered I told
lock motherfucker. Yo zane, come on come on come on come on come on what what what what.... Chorus: I got my top down (top down) My nigga hot now (hot
Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Verse 2: Flow
rings, bling, Coupes and shit Some' bout watchin' Montana come up outta Havana And rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer Fuckin' with the Cheddar Boys Some hustler flip girls instead of boys
name Told DJs he's over He ain't spittin' the same What he says is irrelevant Hip-Hop culture has changed When I walk in the room Young boys look at
momma wanna touch us (I'm a grown man) ?Muff? boys like Kobe at the Ruckers Play Chris Tucker, Rush all you cocksukers You way to lame I showed you game
it back what? I didn't know you boys was gonna rock that shit like that what Some skills we never lack When you got hot shit they wanna ride piggyback
But the game they spit to me Seems so young, so good (goood) so young, so good, so young, young so young, so good, so young, young The boys Cuz the boys
take apart ya' clique And can Deege be da top 'o the top, Who? Is on a level man will never stop, Who? Is consistent and hot, Who! An' know I'll be the
be energy sendin' me the route My negativity trippin' wit me, you runnin' for your life 'Cause you ran your mouth, mouth We can sing or we can bang It ain't no game
Fuck all y'all lames, I was sent to take ya fame And change the game yo, I can spit a verse But if these wack ass rappers stay in the game This shit
till you no longer breather black Make it hot, standin' on the corner wit the G-Pack Look at me lampin' in defiance wit my seats back Got the game to
Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through [Unverified] PG [unverified] never fuckin' knockin' niggaz 'Cause I make 'em all see 3-D And P-D's the game that I spit
we smoke this pound? Got ya feeling buzzed off the Hennessey Tell ya girl that you wanna ride with me Meet me out front in my six fo' fo' I spit a little game