wear bandaids I'm blowin on damn haze All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait If you aint up on thangs Lloyd Banks is the name
can I say? I love LA. Cuz over and above all, its just another day And this one begins where the last one ends. Pick up where we left off and get smashed
a bitch don't like me somethin's wrong with the bitch...(fuck that bitch) [Dave Hollister singing] Why...oh why...why..you wanna fuck with me now? [
for quite a while Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me? The money gonna make you sell your soul [Verse One] Whoa... if money's gonna make me slam
N Boots No Gucci Yayo Introduced Me Fifth Scooped Me Da Floor Couped Me Now U Gotta Shoot Me [50 Talkin:] I Bees Da Boss Of Dis Shit Rite Here I Said
motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all
cute ball Givin' me the words on the streets here to scoop y'all The niggaz from the East Side is split up (split up) And one of 'em try to fuck your
back, and forth from Ca-li to New York [Verse Two: Pos] Introduce Posdonus y'all ('Nus y'all) Sticky like cous-cous y'all (cous y'all) Be the words
up food from all of this Somebody sneak they piece Nothin' but heat for the streets Now turn up that Bone beat (beat) They tried to hold me, but couldn
Dummies of the rocks Duck up out of my hood hood hood [Chorus x2] (Murder) mo murder them all [x4] [Krayzie Bone:] ? The wind blow Never see me cuz
got all my fuckin' jewelry Local niggas, got me fucked up Bone Thugs bitch Runnin' and we thuggin' it up Look at a creepin' on ah come up Ooooh, we
up Come up nigga, killa, thuggish ruggish nigga Nigga, finna' descent into the dawn of a new millenium Anticipatin life without Satan hatin, and all
to roll and blow a head off He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me When I was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the
daily thang Nigga don't hang wid the phony busta niggas, Only roll wid thugstas killas Pick up me gun and me stick and me stuck And me murda them everytime
me Roll up me window me wind blow fuck up my indo I'm an enemy, even up the barrels of me 12-guage I empty, me scan-dalous niggas are pon de loose But
the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily? Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall So I'ma murda them baby Get 'em up wid me thugs, See 'em on
to roll on But one to the suckas head and two up in his body Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me We jumpin' up rough from the hood
Betta read tha scripturez sista, reach any or all of my readers Said it ain't, it maybe double me up and get one foe my friends Twenty, twen, twen, ??