rocks aite And my advice to the buyers Although the city's hot, I rock ice thru the fire Listenin' to Pac, live life like rider When I pull up to the block fiends
confusing I supply what the fiends shooting Front's is needed, I was once young and anemic 'Till I found a few players to team with When the song come
It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock It's the return of the motherfuckin dreadlock Anyway you come
to the death wit' me He felt the same, so the nigga left wit me Now we back, and dealin' in hoods Reunited and it feel so good Fiends comin thru
the shit I do You ever seen something blown up before See that nigga cross the street in that Cutlass Check this out [Chorus x2] Survival of the fittest, respect my come
, attacked in these streets The term cop really stands for cappin our peeps They shot a 40 round, are brother got slaughtered down We push thru the border
it Live on the air, I bet your label won't clear it Weak bloodline, niggas I fuck up your spirit Rap is my hustle, you need guns to come near it With
One time Intro/chorus: das efx, miss jones Aiyo (yo), whut go around, no doubt come around Comes around, comes around Das efx we goin out, so yo bust
me, money It's about to get ugly, fuck it dog, I'm hungry I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green Five niggaz or a fiend, don't make
, Fiend nigga Nineteen nigga, nigga, nigga what Me and Mr. Magic in this motherfucker And let ya'll know we done been thru it all I done been thru it
Welcome to new orleans Or should I say where the fiends live Home of the no limit soldiers My name is fiend Yall cluckers better get ready for this Welcome
in the gas chamber I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house But you still in for some danger And when I'm thru, I take your bitch and finger
in the hustle Pawns in the struggle, darts fly like c.i.s beyond the jungle Trouble man can't dance the hollywood shuffle Knees buckle when the killa bees come thru
Perform by the elders before the kings thrown This style has no origin or birth date And scientists research can not calculate The great mind skatin' through space and time Vibratin' thru
bones Perform by the elders before the kings thrown This style has no origin or birth date And scientists research can not calculate The great mind skatin' through space and time Vibratin' thru
thigh split I couldn't quit, trying to peep out the privates The live shit, you know how loose I get I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending
the 50-50 It had to be the thug in me, ya tunnel bang and come and get me The first five hundred bitches free He kid with the God jewel and let all my gods come
you ain't from the ghetto you wouldn't understand Rollin' thru my hood, rollin' thru my hood That is what I see when I'm rollin' thru my hood Rollin' thru my hood, rollin' thru