I'm the B.I.G, I told you once I pimp it everyday All of us some G?s cause in my city ain?t no other way Take it to another level let em? know that we
act like this I'm wild hit 'em up project style never plead the fifth Regardless, to the charges, chickenheads will be at court Fightin' and slicin' each other
come back, yea We work too hard, to give us away, evicted my age I can't grow up, like Eazy-E, a victim of AIDS Being black is crime, I done worked,
Crescent City Jesus I pack a tre-deuce, got a army bout the size of Babe Ruth We hit em Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime
road dog it was cool 'cause I love you Fuck what they talkin' bout Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine Introduced me to this life of crime
get smacked, turn the other cheek I don't get it, so many questions went through my mind I get sweated, they act as if asking questions is a crime But
you from being strong Fi earth likewise a fi yuh opinion What's your feelings Check yourself, know yuh position When you flatter, you dem with the flattering tongue The enemies mob
known 2 pack a heater, got a army bout the size of leader We hit em Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime
your face Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal Stakin' a claim on an estate that is real Pay the mob's price for your own protection
communication Instead of schools pushing competition How about more art And theater instead of sports? People will always do drugs Let's legalize them Crime drops when the mob
this is now And this is how I must be A loose cannon, with a cannon Nobody can trust me When half the world is sayin "fuck me" The other half
dulo one-time Popo and the Jakes Would love to ship my ass to foledad or maybe foesome But I recognize a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome And see
Intro: [willie d of geto boys] Still going Yeah, here we go again We bout to roll on some motherfuckers G.B. rap-a-lot mafia Recognize the mob nigga All
him down, come again Two to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they ass til the end With my pistol, runnin from Da Lench Mob is How You Survive in South Central
FAMILY We're back soldier And we have swam through the Brownsville sewers The last on the line of our kind CRIME DO'ERS Burkowitz MOB STYLE Spit fire
Godfather bless a nigga with weight Now we havin' okay receiving shipments in by the crates It's that organized good guy good fella shit The other level living like better shit They crime
Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped and got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit Stumblin