this whole system quiver With the street shit I'ma deliver, from my villa Here I go again scarin people to death America hold yo' breath, we the last left
a couple of Mike Tyson fight tapes Jeff was like Man, you see how hard Mike's punchin'? Come on Jeff the other guy was just lungin' Left, right, left
our eyes Can't change the way we feel It hurts us every time Throwing hearts that will never heal There's nothing left in here And we fight while we
ya glad that L O X is Ruff Rydin now, c'mon niggas) Wild out (What, what) Wild out (Wild out, wild out, wild out) Wild out (All my niggas throw your
as some God damn thiefs Yo - hold your head up, you only got your life left Make the right step and don't sing the wrong song Fight somebody your own
I'm leaving We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect here We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice here My hood [Chorus] [Verse 5: Lucky
my locker To the next class don't wanna be late Finna ask Brenda on a little date I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs Took her to a Might
they get you Multiple slugz found in your tissue whatever it is you should've honored it When them niggaz told you not to come around here And you was found here
don't bite, you like the rap here's a mic So spit a 'lil somethin' that a nigga like Turn your ass over and throw it back 'Cus dick and they pussy love to fight
my niggaz left I ain't neva scared, I got big hammers everywhere In places where you need yo passport at, I'm heavy there It's time we get even here,
all up in here Gimme some room before I bump ya and you all in my ear I'ma tell you somethin back fore' there's a fight up in here I got all my boys
and Sent yo bitch ass where you belong They don't even have a fuckin' set called airhorne and claiborne So what'cha want to do throw yo shit up I say
L-O-X is Ruff Rydin now!!, cmon niggas) Wild Out!! (whooo, what, what) Wild Out!! (wild out, wild out, wild out) Wild Out!! (All My niggas throw your
had to knuckle up and throw them thangs We got 'em up and you know I had to check 'em swell 'Cuz if I ran home and didn't fight back my mom'd beat that
, like this here Allow me to take you back down memory lane When a player was so young in this rap game Yeah, if you had a fight you best to knock a
me Where the fuck is my niggas at? (Right here) Where the fuck is my bitches at? (Right here) For the live, we about to enter this game one more time Now, uh, throw
at? Park me back Left for the shit like can I hold that? Let the cat get one more dance before I get in the pants She come up "where the dough at"? And that's right here
has left the house I see! And something came in That makes me leave tonight! Yes, Charlie Brown has finally left the field But I'm sure that he's still never giving yield! (He fights