want a show, So I'm a be the stage. Dim the lights, Listen to what I'm gone say. Gotta fan base nigga, Fuck what a hater say. They sleep all day, I'm
of you say, I'm a do shit my way. Been here for a minute and I'm here to stay 'Cause I'm just gonna do my thang. Made myself a name all by myself, Fuck a
?all that?s the _____ head dog Lunatic smoke a loop loose in your center Got my eye on a money apparatus Like a bone to a dog ya you know who gotta have
like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it Turn around stares to your face and I jab it Drop you, like
Back Scopin Lookin For A Women That I Should Wife Who Got Just The Right Amount Of Loyalty But Still Anticipates Us Livin The Good Lif We L.A. , V.A
t allow it, aint gon coward to no (bully) I'll be damned if I don't stand up to a (bully) Fight like a man and throw my hands up to a (bully...) And
up Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors
t get the red off You're better really dead off Say the wrong thing can set a war off Like Hitler, Adolf It's a thin line between showin' love and settin
Beenie Siegal] We from P-H-I-L-A period, PA period, Eve they hearing it Believe they fearing it, but loving it though I hate the game, fuck the fame but
rock, bet he cock, now News flash, my nigga ridin' L, laid a cop down Any of ya niggas want beef, I will stop clowns I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the
I went to check low for chop on a ball gone the size like faith up top Now it's a whole new ball game, strategic mind frame My dialogue's rebellious raid
, caucazoid, white cave bitch... [Verse One: Ice Cube] Ease back white bitch, I don't play that Just because I got on my L.A. hat Stalkin' walking in
had to get behind a nigga like me They must thind I'm a gee they both walk up with the g. l. o. c. (Freeze! There was a robbery and the nigger looked
all you haters out there Actin' like a brother done did somethin' wrong cause he got his game tight Don't hate the player, hate the game [Chorus: Ice
, you muthafuckin right. [something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight. So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star. Nineteen, I got a fifty
a vacuum The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A. Didn't have no friends to trust Got busted to a
shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed