they always just fuck my head up I rock a Neptunes beat like it's a leather garm Know about you, but I'm a bed crusher See I don't know about you, but
outta my face its a dirty loss for a dirty game so mother fucker its a dirty shame i saw a gangsta cry i saw a gangsta cry i saw a gangsta cry
girl (Must be a crime) Look at that girl (Oww) Yo, met this bitch by the name of Subie She was a bad bitch, she had a big ol' booty She got me setting
all doin that Joc dance dammit One day I'ma make a classic, if I haven't Hater is a hateration, the Me-ssiah won't have it Kill you, they gonna say he
re-TIRE Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers Hold the heaters, want a
devil draws no lines If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find Whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes The calender
And keep the lighter for the hash, has it Ever been a time when you didn't have a dime And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime? Many underclothes
fuck out the ghetto, 'cause I'm tired of crime But it's a crime that I feel this fuckin' waste of time But sometimes I feel like this shit here is a
let's go! Don't panic wit our crew in your crib A slap in the face, I put a razor in your face Don't imitate our style, classic style What the fuck is
devil draws no lines, If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find. Whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes, The calender
women nigga Pass the lemon Squeeze the Hennessey nigga It's all with me Let the vibe kiss me Affiliation is my job Forever I'm a paid man. A brave man
call pumpin Jay-Z Yo, it's just a summer, make me want to cop a Hummer (woo!) But yo, it's just shocks with a trailer load of lumber Got the hot tracks
play(man!) Fo a few chips, I get out n' spray(Bla-kow!) It's more then shrimps, it's whores and pimps(pimps) The difference in our crimes, yours attempts
hands" [Stacee Adams:] They try'd to give a nigga 20 years for a gun without a trail All the while The pastor at church is a pedophile What kind of sick
Bulletproof]:] Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head, With a strap hollerin' "Nigga what you said?" That iron again is mine right? Snatchin' for a
always just fuck my head up I'm like whatever God, ain't a nigga better guard? I rock a Neptunes beat like it's a leather garm Know about you, but I'm
know, word up, not playing the games, with these niggaz, man (Somebody tell me what do I do...) None at all, man... hit 'em off, none of that, man [Raekwon