to the good dope why would the bad guy try and get smoked lie and get smoke, try for a nigga tho?, lie for a nigga tho', die for a nigga tho? why would a
good dope, Ride wit the bad guy, try and get smoked, Lie and you get smoked, lie for a nigga though, Try for a nigga though, die for a nigga though Why would a
numb I start flippin' off sherm or the green that be stickin' Though I rock the microphone, I can still sell a chicken Hoo bangin' affiliates from the W S C
goin, goin) ["hey and "cha nana" are repeated throughout the song] [Break - Loon - talking - w/ ad libs] (AHH!), uh, yeah, c'mon, uh, uh, yeah, c'mon ... c
from a clown [Havoc] Ay yo, likewise See a nigga that I can't trust is a nigga I despise Then I, reply with a cold shoulder You ain't a gat holder, you
from the fifth Let a row go quick from the clip Shit, sit a nigga down quick when I'm pitchin' a bitch You see light then you takin' a trip Five hours
Mr. Puffy Smoke filled the tight packed system A rack of skirt, kit for a victim A three-stage pleasure on a principle As I step and drop a syllable A
Ain't nobody scoring on me when I'm up in the zone (N-Tyce) Got a squeaky voice but I rhyme bold Lyrically you can't see me like a blind fold I design
And under M-I-C I'm a black belt with the fifth degree Came to California horney-a didn't know Got a sack full of rhymes and I'm ready to unload Fly
crash like a drunk driver wit his tire slashed punk you dont know the half and if you do then maybe you can fuck wit me and my W-W-B-C-C [Starang
to crush a nigga I get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a nigga No need to boast Yo, I fuck around and bust a nigga You got to love a nigga The way
gold, but still was on a mission Down Alondra, rollin' kinda tough Twisted up the chocolate Thai, and I started to puff Aroma smells better than a rose Needed a
, you pilfered love and green stamps W.C. Fields with Mae West in your eyes They say every clock's a blunt instrument, crushing the skull But you've got a
less money than a damn school teacher Ignorant redneck Squeal, squeal, squeal I'm gettin' tired of dealing with the p.i.g.c.o.w.a.r.d Cro-Magnum, meter
be? We be the B double O-T-C,-A-M-P Who we be? We be the O-U-T-L-A,-W-Z Verse 2: Rock, Young Noble [Rock] Livin' this hell like the Skeltah Who can
man, a motherfucking new here Got that, man Check this out, the fucking hoe Get the fuck outta here, man Word up, word up Just kick some T A W L to the
provoken the Kardinal to speak on sights unheard As my word is bond, so is mental put into a picture Twist the vocal like a taste of lime, into the drink