sun We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry What we do, depends on breath control So it's the first thing you must learn Fortunately it's easy, you
Do you wanna see it? Do you wanna see it? I'm gonna do it for ya, I'm gonna do it for ya I'm gonna do it for ya, I'm gonna do it for ya New Ghostface
my hats rocked to the left, all these dirty looks be gettin me stressed. Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low It's time to dead that
they like I know y'all hate that why I feel I owe y'all everyday If y'all hear it a thousand times, it's gon' be the same way The 'Dat-Father, go farther
cash me *** test me all you want, I'ma smoke when I'm ready Pants hangin' off me 9 'cause my *** heavy (Hood) I ain't spoke to you yet, dawg, 'cause
raid and you're all little bugs and don't tell me to not get high cause i'm as low as i can get without kissing your ass and blowing you at the same
me 'cross town to wreck another club For all of y'all, keepin' y'all in health (To what?) Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Rahzel, what's my
you, I promise to God It's about time y'all niggas pay homage to Rob [Styles] You can catch me on the low with a Calico bitch, I got flow while
all gon do now Y?all fucked up now We the nicest niggas around Y?all fucked up now Ayyo, what y?all gon do now Y?all fucked up
century You ain't one of The L.O.X., you don't flow nowhere near me You ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed, Phife Nigga you probably (The Low End Theory) {"Put some
B.I.G. at war, motherFUCKERS B.I.G. ... we proceed .. to give you, what you need I am.. as we proceed .. to give you all what you need motherFUCKERS B
to you Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you
just ask Capone We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks Based on a true story, it's Nore' And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects love me
'all niggas want war (What's up my nigga) Then what you here for (What's up my nigga) You don't scare me (What's up my nigga) You can hate me (I don'
turn 2 represent All you fake rappers can take a hike [Verse 2:] I heard the west coast shit was dead what you want me to do Muthafucka just pull
62 Impala And if you shoot you better kill 'Cause if you don't and you won't But then I will, you won't rest in peace you'll rest in pain Why, because
you uneducated vatos to learn You try to creep up but you sleep 'cause I'm rolling nine deep And to you vatos who disrepect me then want help from me You
', you kiddin' me? We money makin' Your money fake, son, I'll call you clay 'cuz you get's Play-Doh Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin' millions on the lay low