locked I know you gettin' mad 'cause your luck's up Plus I'm a purebread, baby, I don't fuck with mutts Come on! [Chorus: Styles, Jadakiss, Eve] Styles: S
good times at bitch what the fuck I'ma thug nigga [Chrous:(2X)] I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you
's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean Kid, none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh! [Chorus: Trife Da God] Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat
beemer later dogg Chevy vet with stupid fruit got your wifey bucket suit Stupid crew stupid B gucci mane that's how I live So icey is where they at but he is not who
I was fucking you [echo] [overlapping] ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on [Verse 2] [Ice Cube] If I was fucking you, you'd be like fuck everybody
10 My skin is my sin My S-K-I-N is my S-I-N ("Burning our black skin") [x2] [W.C.] Who's that janky-ass nigga with last? Standing like a G pissing
They give the scrubs a chance to live Not who's first, second or third It ain't he said, and she said, fuck what you heard When you live like that your
that shit in the morning? (Friends ya'll) [Shaggy 2 Dope] Who loaned you money, homie? Who owes you cash? (Who?) Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (Who
like 'em just like that Fuck your Grammy's, fuck your Music Awards I strangle your host, with his microphone cord Fuck anybody who ain't down with the
or die (repeat 2X) [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah Niggaz don't want it with Jig, cause somethin got to give I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live Jigga's
no good blood sucker Fat motherfucker now look who's in trouble As you run through my jungles all you hear is rumbles Kanye West samples, here's one for
about fifteen stones The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp Ay, my one's and my two's got your
no need for no luck Ain't no lotteries, no pick 3's or pick 2's Keep the money in your family, gamble amongst your crew Cause the dice gon' do what
, see, I already had The Gift and The Curse? Fuck that shit, the first shall be last I'm the man's man, a rapper's rapper G-O-D S-O-N, they'll be none
she hit the clubs, got her mack-on Back in the 60's with an afro and her platforms Bopping to the supremes, smoking joints That's cool, but I'ma live
shorties is killers The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller And they look at me like I'm on the outside lookin' in Like 'who's
the casket at just's wake It's sickening he just finish bidding upstate And now the project Is talking that somebody gotta die shit It's logic As long
yes Do trees grow from a forest MC's y'all are clitoris Y'all niggaz roll with any click that's winnin any crew Doin whatever's trendy, even they leave