a change nigga what you gonna do when we rearrange the game? Blow him out the frame with new ideas, We's about the game, lyrics, puttin' it down out
?m in Miami actin ghetto hollerin out Shy run it And you can see I hold the crown ain?t no taken it from me I let my chain hang down from my neck to
Hit me with the 411, and the gun Envelope, and transfered funds from Big Pun Conversation, job well done This shit is lifestyle now, shit, I do it all for fun Rippin' the frames
will strike down upon thee with great vengeance And furious anger those who attempt to poison And destroy my brothers And you will know my name is the Lord When I lay
strike down Upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger Those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers and you will know my name is the Lord When I lay
And...it's hard just being the boss Being I can't go to jail cause them years'll cost me Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me Rather just
he bail This nigga don't know what's goin down, I'm finna go and get him He need to drop it off with no hesitation, or I'm gonna kill him Lay down on
madman, I rip up stages Lay down all your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis Extra, extra, pick up a clip I'll tear ass out the frame and grab my dick
the lonely ladies with no man lyin' next to ya! Need a real Trill man to rub and caress ya, ('ress ya!) Lay you down and undress ya. - ('dress ya!) -
and lay down the snaps I get down Niggas can't touch what me and Bun puttin' down Now down and pump round and distribute kees You sleep six feet I tear
little make-up The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of? I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it down
coast whole, boxing the Philly down Down to Dela', when ya'll rarely toting the milli round I bring the milli to ya house, I was just down south Carolina
on the V so the D's can't spot the crooks Just throw ya hands in the sky, don't try to stop the juks Face down, lay on the ground, no sudden moves Yo
I want ya'll to grab your Dutch Masters and ya'll White Owls and ya'll Phillies Umgh, get you a fat sack, pint of Hennessy and lay back Gonna do this
[Funkmaster Flex] Hold up, shut this shit down It's goin down baby, Funk Flex We about to black out to fuckin Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee cause
is rare In the moment of despair, I'm the courage when you're scared Loyal, down for you, soon as I saw you Wanted to be there cause I could hold it down
ll slap the mayor Chime on haters, niggas see me shine my gators Cock the gauges, down we be rippin the stages, what nigga [Capone] Niggas wanna place a stake in my chest, lay
now my frame of mind, to keep in mind the casualties If that click click quick to trip, bitch it be the tragedy S.P.V. we market thee down for doing what