activate your transistor Transmitter audio wears through your system Sub-sonic mega bolt base from the kickin' Ghetto blaster blastin' on your block
don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down Parlez-vous francais? That's not the language I speak But your body
be faking. She's a five star chick on my a list, I've have her body bent over like the matrix. I ain't mad at you, do your thing, girl! But you never
Ohhh when the weight of the worlds on your shoulders And you feel your about to blow up Baby i will give you something to hold on to And oh oh oh come rest your
if it's good This rap stuff stressful let's go see if we can relax in the woods When I first met you at the bus stop lookin all shy-like Tellin your friend
if it's good This rap stuff stressful let's go see if we could relax in the woods When I first met you at the bus stop lookin' all shy-like Tellin' your
If hip hop should die, we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together All together now! If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body
your nose Smile for your camera while your whole face froze Stack up all them bodies I'mma whole case load Middle of December I will melt your fucking
't bend, we stay silent till the end Now who would think that your best friend Would be your worst enemy and your enemy your best friend Stare into the
be born And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm Damn, Another dead pigeon If your
stereo 'Cause me and Rashida rock the battles It's apparent, your no talent, 'cause you're blazin' in your saddle Watch these rap bitches get all up in your
can rely on each other, uh huh From one corner to another, uh huh ["Everybody (Backstreet's Back)" by Backstreet Boys] Everybody (yeah) Rock your body (yeah) Everybody Rock your body
news mayn (news mayn)/ 'Cause deep in the ghetto even a nigga wet up cause that?s the rules mayn/ T-shirt and your shoe stained, And other slangin' in
bang them brains But then we switch subject and fuck with them Clones that suck the thug dick, run around foul Tellin' people we stole your style, muthafucka We ain't never been in your
.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you, hit 'em up like 'Pac did Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture Your ghetto
cash Thinkin' that the rainy days was over Livin' in the past livin' ghetto fab Never lookin' back But the fact is that I never wen nowhere The truth is me and my own ghetto
slow down hold on Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya Smooth, I made it to free your mind