many 14's Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin' Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and confusion I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors Then come to your
Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me I'm on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' em too Fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains
my realm But since I sliced and diced your prime rib into minced meat My feat was your defeat, so take a loss and a seat My zone, get your own and your
I take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh While that AK 47 shell cut me in half
bit of ecstacy That's why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit a everything [Young Buck] I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag And
[Juvenile] Look, Look You made me think to step in this square We got some killers up in here And he hating a player Disregard what you saw outside Pay
missin' It's old tradition how we click and fall in position The rap coalition, we gettin' rich an Yeah son, I want it all, your crib, cars and beepers
You couldn't kill me because I can't kill myself And if I got beef then I got it for self And if I catch a body, I catch it for self To me, murder is
from N.Y. It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin I be all you need to rock these mic devices Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle I'm not your
this as real as it gets Aiyyo, aiyyo Jinx Da Juvenile, yeah I was one of them bastards Bustin' them ratchets, before this rap shit I copped coke cut
n.y. It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin I be all you need to rock these mic devices Projectile shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle I'm not your
coming through Eyes swollen up the size of coconuts Your body folding up Allah the soldier struck and through the cut I walk and hold you up Sit back hang from your
alleyways Where niggaz get grazed in the back From stray shots Clips with hollow tips for your spine Or either remain calm Catch a rhyme, to your mind
, where niggaz get grazed in the back From stray shots Clips with hollow tips, for your spine or Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind Niggaz
deep I hope you niggas sleep [B.G.] I throw a bomb through you window Burn you up and your hoe I catch your mama going to therapy And cut her throat
m 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go) I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug It's street
so rough And I ain?t no punk here You flinch your face and get your face fixed Face lift, credit get cut up, you get your face ripped Then bust your