man's bitch wired for a month and a half Snatched my nigga up in Aspen, bail's five million Bounced him out in a hour, power Went and met him quick, hit him
the arsenal Before the storm comes the calm. Hope you can take the heat like Lebron, Ahhhh, I'm the best now, Anybody with some money should invest now. Soccer moms need to organize
the bombs and the arsenal Before the storm comes the calm Hope you can take the heat like LeBron I'm the best now Anybody with some money should invest now Soccer mom needs to organize
door again! Now, it all started with my father I must have got my pimping genes from him, the way he left my mama I'm a rolling stone just like him, word
guts and vital organs splattered everywhere As well as my friend Robert's disembodied head And I thought - Poor Rob, I just had lunch with him Hey,
in the sand and looking at the sun Mesmerized by something up above The vultures came without a warning but without surprise The prince was playing on an organ
! [Chorus] (X2) [Verse 4: Krayzie Bone] I ain't got nothin' to say to a hater, As soon as he run up I give him a 'Pow!', Put him in the pound with
demons respected RIP I'm running this motherfucka, hell ain't shit A demon told me that Lucifer said meet him at the black hole I told him "I'ma be there
over a sin Letting it feel that way, feel that way Get yourself killed that way Victorious-ous-ous-ous And put him in cuffs, fucked him up, up, up
Your pretty, pretty, petticoat Then you smiled, he got wild You didn't understand That there's money to be made Beauty is a card that must get played By organization
And his wizards hat He spoke of his movie and how he was making A new sound track And then we spoke of kids on the coast And different types of organic
ain't troopin' with Huey Newton, Fuck his people and when it's time for a change nigga what you gonna do when we rearrange the game? Blow him out the
do some other shit Liver than that other shit, bitch I'm still the fuckin' shit I've got my publishing and my royalties Never lost loyalty, it's Organized
I'll just cope with my provisions From now until the day they lay me down You took a baboon and made him perfect You took a lion and stripped him of
While niggaz place bids at auto auctions Re-model frames and changin' rusty engines and courting And while you Foreman fools wanna shorten my life My life is like survival organs
Mercedes door again Now, it all started with my father I must've got my pimpin' genes from him, the way he left my momma I'm a rolling stone just like him
you've been born or if you can form Slap up a cop and then snatch him out of his uniform Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hang him
tax and spark, I be wettin' niggas up like water rides at Action Park. A nigga stuck me, and that ain't funny son, so I got money gun, they wet him and