when he dead aimed his nezzie shot You listenin to hip-hop's finest You rewind this, Slaughterhouse behind this [Joell Ortiz] I like rap, this shit is cool
tamma flu. U-G-K for life, disrepect it and I'll be damned, if you. (Uhh) We still too trill, so keep on wishin' boy. Bun-B, Ludcris and Cool Kids, we
yo, we made our own rules remember back in the day carving names in desks not even knowing six years later I would see your death we was just little kids
they coming then I heat they ass up 'Cuz them niggas that you went to school with Will catch you while you in your new whip And turn your brains into Cool
on my chest I wanna quit but I?m one of the best Fuck around, I might run to the west Lay low and get blunted to death Niggaz is wack, I can?t say it
of the store, waitin' to bubble Brand new nine, and an eight in a bubble I put sixteen above ya neck, I love my set Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to death
I still gotta hustle, I still gotta have bricks, but you know Let's feed the kids, man, yeah, let's feed the kids, man Let's do this shit for the kids
Cool an' Dre, uh Terror Squad, motherfuckers They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha They're all gonna laugh at ya Yeah, uh, haha (Yo, oh, God) Haha (Feedin
that just make sense You sent us off to war Please be honest what it's for Doesn't matter is life or death Yeah [Verse 3][LL Cool J] I'm not republican
, I'm not having it Bust a narrative and come to get with it Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live The difference is kids nowadays,
shit. I'm not having it, bust a narrative and come to get with it. Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live. The difference is kids nowadays
we satisfy yesterday with stolen kisses Blind insanity, perfect pictures of me and my family Not understanding the death that they planned for me If I have kids
up With even less Than I had Record company Is dealing me something sad How do you expect A man to sit And wait with three kids For you to Figure out
, hotel balcony How she say Jay you can call the house for me? There's no respect at all You betta check her dawg She keep beggin' me to hit it raw So she can have my kids
hotel balcony How she say, Jay you can call the house for me? There's no respect at all You betta check her dawg She keep beggin' me to hit it raw So she can have my kids
trial need my boy as a witness Shit I'm just another poor with the riches Tryin' to keep my momma cool give her more while I'm livin' Rhymin' cool but
same Cool niggaz that'll spin out they waves Grimey niggaz that'll spin to they graves Justifyin' my foul ways, I got kids to raise But motherfuckers
she been flirtin' while your workin' Behind the curtain knuckles jerkin' for certain Poppin' that pussy, sweatin' till no fluid is left When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death