Let it be Let it be, Let it be Let it be , Let it be Sabiamente dice Let it be Let it be, Let it be Let it be , Let it be Sabiamente dice Let it be
made her hips, it'd make her flip I prefer a lift of my chopsticks Oh stop it Let the dancer take money outta your pocket She can move it and drop it With her clothes on, it
PVC And then I'll film it all up on my JVC Scene one, everybody get in your positions Pay attention and listen We're tryna get this all in one take So let
you with my backhand The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in Let me begin, express it, explain the dilemma (Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or
comes the guillotine [Incomprehensible] the game as I kick it, don't miss it, get with it Diss it, you're a knucklehead evicted From the crowd that's proud to be
m coming back let them Greatin ass faggot you pussy, this time we murder them It's unheard of VA Cats be on some dirty shit Chorus Outro: Va Cats for
Mane) I think I need I think I need I think I need my medicine (Verse 2) Gotta get with it Really wana hit it So damn thick I kno I split it Stopped
girls What you supposed to be? Exactly! You's a b (Biatch) So quit tryna be something' you wanted to be ya whole life, but please Be easy, cause it's
It's the mystery of inequity Said it's the misery of inequity Said it's the history of inequity When it all, all falls down Telling you all, it all falls
better do your thang 'Cause I'm the best that ever done it, the best that lived it I ain't no overnight success goddamn it I was born with it The Prada
, murda, murda, murda (Krayzie) Sold my soul ot the devil But I changed my mind now I want it back But he won't coorperate so now it's time to jack Called
no success even if you cryin for it Them niggas alive know it, they dyin for it Even them niggas that kill, get caught, and strive for it I strive for it
a Hardheaded Spokes Pockets once was pat but now your bummin' smokes And now your gun ho got 'cha niggaz by your side And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride But let
it, ain't see it, ain't hear about it If it's money gone, believe we gon' care about Send some niggas to your crib, take the air up out it Leave some
got two cells connected Yack in one hand, with the other, the lizm And if I push you down and wet you, it's not Baptism Bitch, this is Mafia, it won'
P you wit me dog? Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go (Sheek Louch) You get smacked with the hammer nigga play your position 'fore ruger more done set it
true True niggas, true game, true paper Keepin' up with us, trust the true then break it Take the shit outside or start it in the club now Y'all gon' tear it
it out and start some flowin' I drop rhymes that grow like trees you're smokin' Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's chokin' Just let it soak in,
