shot 'Pac in Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris
: Roll with the punches is what I tell To people when things dont go to well When you go for the gold and come back empty When the ups are few and the
X is next and Step G MC Ant and little Seed from SNV Can't forget the D-I, huh the G-I, to the T-A-L, right next to hell My nigga Chris Hicks, Too Clean
us cause its a Dayton thang He cuts some booties but his boys are steady rollin hard The chase is on they got us runnin through the back door My dick is
to low and greedy I will instantaneously bust an MC The non-forgetter, hit you with the one hitter, quitter And make you exercise your shit up, nigga [Jamal] These niggaz is
Dreadknaughts] I got a mind full of troubles Everything is in doubles I buy my guns in couples No time to replace fumbles Cause MC's come and MC's go
they shot 'Pac in Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris
my skri'lla Got killa's that'll whoop your head boy Who the hell gon' bring home the bacon To the fam' if you end up dead, boy Luda, I'm so true to smokin
snowsuit doesn't fit I'm just a hayseed sellin trees to break trees Know your daddy hates me it's drivin ya crazay [mc chris] Even though my nose is
(feat. MC Chris) [Intro, MC Nate] hey, welcome to the orientation my name's Nate and I'll be your homie for this year today we'll be moving into our
kill a nigga fuck it, our shit gon sell I know we got on Serv-On we on the news Yeah that's what we talkin bout. All you gotta do is catch one of your
Roll with the punches is what I tell To people when things dont go to well When you go for the gold and come back empty When the ups are few and the
, Freeweezy Yea State Prop Boys back in town Backblock boys, pop boys, back you down [Verse 1: Young Chris] I ask is it me, or is it really them? Yea
burger and fries, the king sized "This song is dedicated to all the fat people world wide, dead or alive. Biggy Smalls, The One Man Gang, Chubb Rock, Chris
songs that shit is wack all you candy coated rappers you red cap wearers i got 7 slugs and 11 pallbearers the only block I know is a block for my gat
skri'lla Got killa's that'll whoop your head boy Who the hell gon' bring home the bacon To the fam' if you end up dead, boy Luda, I'm so true to smokin