Who's to blame? I don't really know But my game's so tight, I think I'm gonna go pro So here we go, here, here we go I'm gonna rock it up high, then
same Who's to blame I don't really know But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro So here we go here, here we go I'm gonna rock it up high, then
Put us all in one big ole boat They call it housin projects, I call it one big ghetto Damn. looks like the statue of liberty is cryin I guess that mean the whole world
's a small hood, but it's all good And Mr. Rogers aint got shit up on my neighborhood I represent nothin' but G's (G's) From Richmond, California all
tryin to stop this think not (get big not..?) and listen for your bank knock. We do a lot of this activity in my city, get a job in my world, join a futuristic
don't know why I have to tell it, but I know what it means Close your eyes, just picture the scene As I paint it for you, it was World War II When this
make paper, big paper, all day, it's a thang And we ride up on the quickness up the side of you Keep heat, big heat just to drop on you Nigga we keep
Mr. Shakur but of Death Row records as well Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault On Mobb Sleep
It's a small hood, but it's all good And mr. rogers ain't got shit up on my neighborhood I represent nothin' but g's (g's) from richmond, california
the lymph still be in place (HAHHH!) Stretch and extending, for flexin is impending It's not mind-bending or *?refriending?* to keep remembering (HMMM!) Cos everybody's people gonna
s like . . . Don: I mean . . . Phyllis: It's your trip, man! You know? Like, it's alright with me, you know? I don't care. Don: And this children's
whole world I'm your man while on springer At first you was somethin' I denied, something I would slide Just to do somethin' in the ride But shorty there's
gotta stack knots, big faced bills Make big deals if you wanna see mills I know how it feels to be broke, it's no joke Now I know how it feels to live
my memoirs right next to your picture, remember 'Life goes on', that's what you told me homie And Sylk E Fine hooked it up in the nick of time you know
Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's
B-I-Z-K-I-T Y'all know the time Y'all know the rhyme It ain't easy bein greazy in a world full of cleanliness And, you know, all that other madness We
So stacey you know I'm like dating this guy... yea and I think he's like using me... oh Hey mr. big stuff wont you come and talk to me I know where you
misery And you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's You a artist we bosses, the ones that fund c.d.'s All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish