the henny hit the chest, bustin' smith-n-wess Fuck the discussion, I'm bustin' 'em all, clutchin' my balls If I see y'all be laid to rest, let me hit
cribs, walk with a strap Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playing tricks ?, to really ? Me out in five unless I take another hit
her memories Felt like an angel had been sent to me She lived from nigger to colored to negro to black To afro then african-american and right back to
born as a pure and wise animal, but the society blinds him and taints him if he become contrary to it, he'll suffer, like me, the consequences threatened
me through my trials in this life of crime We divorced so many times I forgot to count I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house Remember back
them Bone niggas' rebels. Playa!... Yeah!... Nigga! [Chorus] [Krayzie Bone:] They don't wanna see me shine! Everybody wanna sound like Bone though come back
see you! Tell me what you gon' do I'm sayin' now I'm gon' have you wylin' until your ass drop Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top We never
heard from the mall The magic finally happen with my back against the wall Now it's mail on sunday and r.o.o.t.s hit the mall To me it's unreal it's
, slice like a machete nigga, got fetty nigga, never spend it on Betty nigga I hit and run, never stressing to look back When I look back, I think about
, slice like a machete nigga, got fetty nigga, never spend it on Betty nigga I hit and run, never stressing to look back When I look back, I think
beside me through my trials in this life of crime We divorced so many times I forgot to count I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house Remember back
see you! Tell me what you gon' do I'm sayin' now I'm gon' have you wylin' until your ass drop Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top We never stop
walk with a strap Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playing tricks ?, to really ? Me out in five unless I take another hit I done
hit a baby but the bullet was meant for another Goodbye sister, father, brother, mother It's okay mom cuz your baby didn't suffer Your baby didn't suffer
them hotlines, like a physic, I can't explain it There's no pen when I write it, there's nothing like it.. God damn, what you want from me, what you want me