gave me a heart attack? He's underneath the window, she's singing ?Hey, la, my boyfriend's back? You shoudn't come around here, singing up at people
hinder my jet living We just chilling so don't come around here, fake toughin' Runnin' after woman Bossed up, all us, outside the club waiting to tip drivers who pull our cars up
why they can't believe it But we all quarterbacks and y'all gotta receive it But they don't catch it till a year later Minds kill, niggas lost so they gotta catch up
I know I hit tha snow is you feelin' me I'm lookin' good twenty-three's on that flippin' paint Them twelve golds in my mouth makin' these bitches faint
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods, come on Precious metals round our necks and arms We tear it up y'
[Chorus: Royce] (Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin this apart for sixty bars, the city is ours We the M-I, C; the illest to ever spit on a track I'm (Nickel
up and give it to God Instead of living in the world, I'ma live in the Lord Gave up cussing this time while I'm spitting my bars With a vision of me
wanna get me all fired up... Madchild: It goes: Red Bull and vodka Im a psycho like chopper Glorify the gangster whether handcuffed or locked up Drink
stop Take a minute and remember who takes the top To the critics and the civils your time is up Just admit it everybody knows this crime is up, it's
? out the seams While you suckers havin? limousine dreams I got you all sized up, niggaz wise up A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin? all you guys up Word
go, I give 'em a hard rap and a flow That's why when they call back for the show, with no video We get up and go! Yo where it started at? (South, South
bars than lawyers The underground sound, this is not easily found You don't need no rings to be down This is, past the platinum and gold We already had
, I Glance Over At The Wall And I Don't Know How, But We Got Two Platinum Albums And Another Four Gold, And We Never Used MTV We Went Up The Back Road
ape shit Guess I'm one of the chosen Spittin' bars is golden Even though I don't need 'em See, I'ma singer You can hold him Peers fold Listen up, I told
Unh, hehe, Master P and Treach, nigga It's all family, baby, get them Naughty boys I got the No Limit Soldiers and when we posse up These niggaz gon'
And it seems that them niggas talking tough shit Not just some niggas but the hood I threw up wit Niggas I grew up wit, get this, what's that? Them
fitted's touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold We in rose gold
leavin' 'til six in the mornin' Thugged out, my people gettin' head while we on and And tear the club up every time we performin' Gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up