R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah And let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah We doin', big pimpin
, I'm having one hell of a run And you like it All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it No, we love it I got a mommy with a body, don't touch it
Roethlisberger I go bezerker than a fed up post office worker A Merc her with a Mossberg I'm pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter Squirted a Frankfurter For a
'm growing older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone but you're never over If Proof could see me now, I know he'd be proud Somewhere
see how fast the car go Hot summer days, long Vegas nights We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast life (Malice verse 2) R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G Word on
track and the D-floor's the fuse The C-A-T E-M-P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing The break of dawn Then
me act a fool (what!) Don't make me act a fool (what!) Don't make me act a fool (what!) Don't make me act a fool (what!) Don't make me act a fool (what
got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty 'fizz I've And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die With a matchin' jacket 'bout to cop me a mansion
just, the other for jammin' The 'F' is for fresh, 'A' and 'D' def Behind the turntables is DJ Train Mixin' and scratchin' is the name of the game Now here's a
Eight or nine on a boy, holla at your boy Killa, holla Listen it's the D.I.P, boy, plus the R.O.C, boy You'll be D.O.A, boy, your moms will say, "Oh
uh At the university, uh Raekwon, noreaga, no-body Movin' on [r] yeah [m] who da hell is sabrina? [r] i don't know what you talkin bout [m] yeah whatever [r
before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long
hopper since a toddler One homeboy became a man, then a mobster If it dies, let me get my last swig of Vodka R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta
pour vous mangez The party people scream, "Oui, oui c'est vrai" 'Cause I got remote for my big day Hey, I'm A D R O C K I use a microphone like Picasso
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you, hit 'em up like
to Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember Like The Juice Crew U to the G to the K P A Playa Miss me bout that U-ing nigga next up is J R Uh
be a buck-fifty Your chance of runnin' Is infinite Slugs that leave niggas drugged Like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on the low It'd take a Navy Seal