tell a lie, don't be false or untrue It all comes back to you Open fire, on my burning heart I've never been lucky in love My defenses are down A kiss
we be Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain You want that hip-hop real It's that hip-hop that's real Hold it down, hold it down Hip-hop that's
the sickest just give me a beat man come on I'm fuckin rippin' Some things never change Ya I'm still getttin hand outs, jsut got my first pair of Hammer
Eastside, headed EastBOUND Lookin for a pound, to haul around town Here comes a clown, I gotta hold my ground Hear the slug comin, when it come you fall down
on the prize Everybody drop low to the ground before I throw ya down Bloods on my hands, somebody got hit I didn't come to bullshit I come to drop shit
lookin' like you just repped wrong You done slipped down a bid, got caught with the hammer Steal banners, medical examiners, clocked live hammers For real
shoes, had no clothes, had no food Had no dough, had no hoes Shit was real thirsty back in them times Like Martin Lawrence a Real Thin Line I ran across a few real
the faster, the better, blood, leather, the baby sledge Case hitters - me, I'm the point man Give less than a damn about anything, just let my hammer swing Come
fam) The pops life, but it's only for fam A quick six figure scam (I can handle that, man) It's real life, I got blood on my hands And make the product
-yeah, ye-ye-yeah How real is this, how real is this Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check [Verse One:] I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
with no shows using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer And folk O's Gimmie low does and a Connect, that neva closed And watch me lock it down from North County
mommas are cryin' Muthafucka put them guns down Babies are dyin' and mommas are cryin' Because the bullets keep flyin' Muthafucka lay dem guns down (lay dem guns down
had to switch upon all this gang Cause suckers think that the battle was an on still from the free-style fill Where Im coming from, because the player life is so real
life real hard But when a problem comes along they call in the National Guard I hate cops Whether they're shooting me with their radar guns Or burning down
in your bloodstream deadly venemous elixir Hammer like Sledge that be Sister All and together now, follow me, the Mista Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh Death come
down Wu-Tang forever Come tougher than DJ ?'s leather Make a better tomorrow Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers The fire come, transmit vire come The higher sire come
The faster, the better, blood, leather, the baby sledge Case hitters me, I'm the point man Give less than a damn about anything, just let my hammer swing Come
yo raps intact See me on that big screen and think shits sweet Diarrhea music when I let this hot shit leak Uhh, take heed and listen when a real nigga speak Or slide down
