through, Irv, Gotti, and P Diddy passed but Jimmy and Dre knew Hook No clue on this part Verse 3: Im talkin to my niggas, All Stars and Timberlands
die, stay high never fuckin' play Killers on the realer motherfucka South Parkway Hook: V-Dog plus the gangsta done kick that bitch in Damn man, them fuckin' niggas done struck again (Call the police and
directors And you, cant respect this then we get down and chase The ladies want a tragic dude like the bass line And sum smash you on the bra like its race time [Hook
hippies how you fucking junkies Think you gonna punk me and chill And deal with tha fact that you ain't got enough skill To kill, the king of the hill
like sauce kid All on up yo face talking how much my shit costing Kill I rhyme them fronting on me like bitch with Koby Bryan Bitch em'all time hit em' with a punch line make sure to hook
with us man, we kill niggas Big rocks, cooking pots Crack in a oven, hustle, don't stop Big screens, we feens Fuck it, buy NFL teams Big pieces, Big caprices Fuck cousins and
check one, check two, showing that the text do any nigger have shoes sniff a ... and bless you gonna still stand and talk, don't know what the rest do
spiffin?) niggas doin' a long time All day, could see new spades and keep a blade on a phone line Keep the guards payed so they got they own line Hustle
man Load the tech up Strap ya best up Connect gang The insane west gang Bout to get they crest up Shit I represent the killas Them niggas that bang slang And
open now And all you niggas from the ghetto lookin' up at me And can't believe I went from nothin' to somethin', believe it G Picture it, see it, touch it And
and ma can drop it like it's heated drink and stay weeded know niggaz dog for pussy so she make 'em all retrieve it nails done and she weave it slightly conceited and
let you know ain't a damn thang changed doin' these everyday thangs and it consist of bank bud the brew and the bitches and the bustas never could hang nigga Hook
roll Oh no, here I go I'm keepin' my mind fresh, and the glock more flex and might judge your life and soul Fine, alright, gotta stay on the grind,
proof The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats Till they ventured out behind the lines and
phone me Pre Then you came along And killed the lonely song We are the truth Life is never the same Just fly the flag for us And bear the cross of love
?s all right to take me down Between the hook and the line I took It?s all right to drag the lake And find the things you love They won?t wait in line
?t make it here anymore And that big ol? building was the textile mill That fed our kids and it paid our bills But they turned us out and they closed
. And Sally Bowles' 'Mein Herr' bit took off and she's a star. But the Bully Boys start sitting up in the front and the doorman's taking tips and suggestions