is poetry This is a artform This is what we do And.. If you can't do it, it don't matter +what+ you got Check it out [J. Sands] Let me talk for a moment
Even See Me In 3-D All Up In Ya Like A Now Let Me See How Many People Are Really Gunna Be Fucked Up If He Really Comes To Get Me I Got A Strain Spillin
up, chipped off rocked out salaries Pull out long guns, pop out casualities It's like I gotta see a thug nigga ill as me The Ill Will in me, I rep that
of fear careers I spear Prepare for a year full of nightmares [VinRock] Get 'em back and don't come near me When appraochin' me come sincerely I don
somebody leavin out with stitches Seems y'all too bold for ya britches Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten niggaz I get
Yeah, I'm just a hustler Spice-1, you know some hoes gonna go boy Look here ay look here They got schemes and scandals out there right? When that funk is on this here
don't even call me Better yet when I drive pass Some of y'all just mad cause ya don't know me That's why you jockin' me and my status You wanna get grown
East, my brother, to the East! [Brother J] Uh, to the East, my brother, to the East! Come on! [X] To the East, my brother, to the East! [J] To the East
and the leather but come back and bounce that ass - for me My East coast girls, that's what's up Tell my Southside shorties we can get it crunk My Cali