Somebody already caught me [new rap] It's reversal of the dog she turned out to be one Come to think about it I never thought that I'd see one My game
no ! There's more there than that , my friend . We all like a bit of the good life . Some the money , some the drugs . Others the sex game , the glamour
If it was you wouldn't you want to know that someone cares for what you do so let's show political prisoners, homeless humans, organizations various
be shot callers Think y'all holdin' clout, niggas runnin' they mouth It's still Death Row mackin' when gangs start crackin' Askin' all you cats in this game
is the 44 man/ if u fuck with me it blow blow/ all man im Oh so serious/ man I need find so more bitch/ and my flow Oh so various/ I know no boundary/
(X1) We bringin it home, playin like Shaq and Kob' Cash to blow, trees lit, glass of mo Various styles, crossin like Darius Miles Lockin it down, the game
Shake (Uh-huh) shake (Uh-huh) Shake, shake, shake (Woo) shake, shake [Chorus (x4) with various ad-libs] Who wants this Who wants this Who wants this
Every one in this room has been associated with Whitey, Either through basketball, or the mall, or the various odd jobs he does around town for free
Everyone in this room has been associated with Whitey either through basketball or the mall or various odd jobs he does around town for free or at most
'cause you know someone'll be home soon And now you see there be a need to explain gently Why this mother of three is playin' games with me? She's my
of blow on this remote Area, we label dead man's island Two hundred miles south from thailand Right off the docks, I got the various custom made yachts
words. The token tantrums just aren't enough, Nor is speed and weed and the Positive Creed. Exclusive clubs where the various tribes congratulate each
fight the establishment With their own weapons is no good, because they always win and they'd been winning For thousands of years. they know how to play the game
out Makin' M C's scatter like multiple shots rang out Day one since I came out, they can't put the flame out My temp seizin', perfect reason to blow the game
the other side of the street/is it the speed I'm walking at or the shoes upon my feet?/I couldn't afford the baseball boots that's not the game I play
and marks some are sleepin from the shoots some are blinding by the sparks our chick are cherrys on the cake faces vary for various ranks real ones roll
it music once it get remastered I got with Gotti started makin' classics It?s murder, it?s the courses of traffic Trust was my only niggaz force of habit At the time in the game