die Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life It?s just T H U G we be And it ain't no thang Keep buckin' duckin' Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with
real, throw it up, but if it's fake, kill 'em and put 'em in with the rest of them phonies. Fuck 'em, and yes, it's like that. Krayzie: Always, always
Five Double-O, if you got it, better flaunt it I'm a drop the top and lock the locks And cock the Glock, it'll make you want it Come get it, and while
find me. Y'all niggas know a murder-bound city, see me when I'm servin' now, parlay it down, breakin' it down in the C-Town, spot 'em on the avenue,
'm sayin'? Straight burn biscuits, baby Yeah, give it to 'em raw, uncut Turn them headphones up No doubt son, no problem Creepin' it though, baby It'
the hood? Main dragon chin chillied up Took the champagne glasses, please fill 'em up Don't be scared that you spillin' it And tell the truth is you feelin' it
Live from New York nigga Uhh uhh yo-yo, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter
gangsta mane) all tha way 100 with it (100 with it) who spit it like I spit it "NOBODY" nigga's sickening hoe's too and dey like it (dey like it) put
a non-central journey To Hell and beyond Funkadelic drop the bomb I'm that type of nigga to give it to ya My Cosmic Slop rules all blocks with funk
I suggest, you wear a vest makin' all them threats Here's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in half Smash rappers like hash, soke 'em down to ashes At last it
I know, my own Lord and master, When your ass was born it was all on the own and, When it's time to die you'll be all alone so open up your mind, ball
ready to know what the people know Ask 'em my questions and get some answers What's a fire and why does it What's the word? Burn? When's it my turn?
the whole world know it One take it to the streets let the whole world know it This the chance for your big career don't blow it Or get it blown from
young bitches that try to get with me I run all up in it but this ain't no race I pull it out and shoot it right in her face You probably wine her and
the burnin? sensation down below You?re the true blue victim of a punk-ass bitch Thought she was a square and she gave you the shit So for all you hoes
I wanna fuck for free like Akinyele Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it Inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly All night
move the crew I'll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see the wine It aint no fear in my eyes,