bullets sell and your body in hell and shot 'em villians and pulled off alot in big bodies, no ceilings, three wheelers thats how I'm peelin but I'm still the pigeon from
you a'int a blood like Game, see I've been havin beef I got my own bullet proof vest most of my enemies dead i got about two left untill my last breath
pull the switch Victory to the switch, so fuck 'em if they, try to break Freaking 'em with the funk left them drunk Hella scared straight Hell yeah Scared
problem Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two
gather mo' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a ni**a sell words for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails
I lost a lot, startin with hope I tried And for every tattoo I got a moment I cried I'm thru with the lies, the two in my eyes, yell pain Step in my
me And if you don't like this rhyme then bring your big bad ass to California, cause we ain't hard to find [Chorus] [Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit] I got
nigga tryin to make a livin These busta tricks don't want no mail They spendin they riches on skanless bitches who'll stay petrified in jail It's hell
Revenge so sweet when it comes from niggaz get done with the drum, watch my foes run Nigga keeps comin when they can't slip Full of that shit, another hit from
em pay Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K And even if they shoot me down There'll be another nigga bigger from the mutha-fuckin' underground So step but you better step
: [50 Cent] G Unit! [50 Cent] A, B [Scarlett] You can't fuck with me [50 Cent] C, D [Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don
L.A. made me this way. (way!) Two rules: Stay fresh, homie and get paid! Hey! (heeyy!) - Never broke! - And never bummy! (why) I'm from where it's forever
takes two to tango, and only one to tell And I'm sure you made us seem like I was the one crawling back from hell All the reason, to step you out of
eight nine TEN I been in this game for years, it made me a animal It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual A step by step booklet for you to get
little time a nigga really got to do it in Man I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots From the minute nigga step outside Nina Ross on my hip and
track and show 'em what I'm a do I'm a certified dude from my fitted to my shoes Makin' kissy faces at bitches like Pepe Le Pew Tryina get 'em from the
KB:] Well I am Thunderpipe and I'd like to say "shalom" I say if that kind ain't lbs, will I cut the bitch, hell no I love collared greens, with lima
bitch here Man I should a bought a 16 ounce beer Say big hous, you fucked over me dawg I thought we was cool How in the hell we gonna get these two big