, and we do. Runnin wit da nigga wit his finger on tha trigger, but I catch him and fill him wit ammunition. Hit'em wit tha bullet and ah rippin, and
And all that war right now, is where ya blood gets smeared Rappers gettin' shot up, brr, it's cold out there I guess niggas was really dyin' or blow that year Wit
Everyday is the same day It's Groundhog day, it's Groundhog day Wake up in the morning wipe the cold from my eyes Put my dick in, grab the ashtray and
the fiends follow who 'cause my bottles be spilling I can hear em now "What'd he get a ship from Brazil?" "Its gotta be good look at the fiends leaving
to find G-Unit! [Tony Yayo - Verse 2] I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get it My truck an AK can hit it Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in
You will be a slave to the Junkiemaker forever Fiend for the means while it taxes your mind You're on the road to the Tombstone Commode Fiend like a
She loves me, she loves me not Yeah she loves me not The fiends need me, I ain't around it, bones ache Detox, rehab, cold sweat, watch 'em shake I'm
D.'s (who got it, huh, who got it?) Streetlife, Size/7, what, Johnny Blaze (who got it, huh, who got it?) Yeah, what, it's a Shaolin thing y'all, get
blow 'em and go Wit no remorse kid it's the cold hearted Queens nigga grimey retarded You know I got to get away (No doubt tell it like it is) It's either
fussin thinkin that a niggaplayamade didnt know I got a muthfuckin tight fade from that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd you know how it
up, dissin' black people shit Just gone give it here, check it out Man, it's some cold-hearted shit you doin' dawg I guess tha-that's the way it is Yea
fiends is at and killas crawl And snitches call police, all these niggas and street Corners everybody's like smokin' marijuana and Snuffin' niggas in faces and startin' drama and Shootin' niggas in cold
caviar Livin the life of a thug, movin 'em drugs, duckin' 'em slugs Dealin' wit phones tapped wit bugs, plus Associated wit some hard hittas, cold killas
shit be flawless Dope house records step into my office [chorus: spm] {lord loco talking] It's ya boy lord loco Know what I'm talkin' bout Representin' that h-town wit
rehab I think I'm gonna quit it But I ain't really wit it Cos him I've got to have I escaped Straight to his place Found me a bottle Put it on me Just
to censor it and stop it But we still won't settle, Pinnochio and Gepetto They tellin' lies to my fellow Americans Besides the heroines and heros, dope fiends
Won't try to fight this feelin', this concrete thang It thrillin' niggas, it's killin' for nothin' Meanin', niggas is livin' for less, I guess That I'm bring it to ya like it
(Murphy Lee) Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee the Beny Whipper I got the one wit the deez on it Only reason I got it 'cause he didn't want it 5'9" fresh off the