' ya'll now (Ya'll now) Ya'll better get ready for Ball'R Records and ThugLine/ Caught up in the rapture, we got ya just after one rhyme/ Anybody wanna
Hi, I wanna hear the new Thugline Krayzie Bone joint You know, the one with Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, that's right Krayzie Bone 107 Point, uhh, all day
' when I was choppin' the do or die Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye Dre called, told my baby momma "won't you decide" She chose Doc, first day
't need that My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one Taught me how to number run, I went from that to number one Had a hundred ones,
Yeah This a nitty beat Hey Hey This a nitty beat That?s right Comin? live from Ghettoville USA once again (Uh-Oh) But this time though, I have
could To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak Come alive girls get on your feet To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat To the double beat beat
the blues Fresh got a Bourbon that's sittin' on 20's, fool Wood grain, TV's and it's all cool [unverified] Now nigga, tell me how you can beat this A
Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin that Good day and
and nephew (C'mon) And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you Pecker wood mad cause his record went wood No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Go. Its What They Wanted Right? Verse 1: Black Shades, Dark Tent Yo Girl, Nxgga I Get It In Stick Shiftin, Switchin And Burnin Out In the Benz Wood
's in the arm One slug hit my son He was bleedin' From the head I couldn't believe it We was defeated If it was a case I couldn't beat it Felt like cryin
the motherfucker You definitely got to have a beat And when you hit the streets you gotta have a freak You know what I'm sayin' One of the side, two
broke No joke Fucked up in town No g's no hope A nigga used to hike home from school On the bike trail Wishin' one day this rap shit'll probably
ground by its prey. Awaiting the arrival of a craft. Yet no one foresaw the dawning and thus set another day. Hearken to the ravens' cry across
dash Me and my comrades followin' the cash And livin e'ry day like tomorrow is the last The fox is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy Who chased Red through the woods
is forming Rival gangs is warring blood steadily pouring The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun So I reach out and try to teach one But
One, two Achoo Bless you I got u Caught you and taught you As one, two Achoo Bless you I got u Caught you and taught you One, two Achoo Bless you I
the real niggaz 4 life. Ha-ha, yo sweet-talk, tell 'em what the fuck we're here for... Well I write ya, USE, Compton, Watts, The Wood, all across the