P.A. One time [Hook] Maybe it's my time to go, tomorrow or today I live it how I live it anyway Who knows, as the warriors flay [flee] Maybe it's my
that nigga out like keep it cool nigga shit but don't mess a nigga out I'm a grown man with kids I'll stretch a nigga out this for my soliders, who ain
nigga I ain't fakin [B.G.](BulletProof) I'm bout to go off Go off I'm bout to go off V.L Go off Go off (Team up) V V.L Go off Go off (Team up, team
try to learn till it's my time to disappear And see really where my homies at on the other side Is there a heaven or a hell or is it all a lie Make believe
, I grab my ducht tape and my rope nigga [Chorus] [Talking: B.G.] I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticket On the real, V.L., my nigga Big Moe, 2-2
(flowin in file with a new style) [x2] In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style) Give it to me I'm (flowin in file with a new style) A special
She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] I need a dollar for every time that my heart beat Now how much it that I can breath on a
in the air tonight Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!! [Verse 2: Young Buck] (?) (*Young Buck's adlibs) Gotta take what's mine make up for lost time My
got a fo fo Guns by the boatload, niggaz rappin so so Def like Jermaine, talking bout they gangbang What's a West Coast nigga from a East Coast gang A free 300 C, and a
in my green old school then buck him Powder blue, fuck you If you got a crew Bring 'em and order a Mill and Nina If ya gotta go toe to toe with the heater
Tell a bitch quick i ain't beggin' nor buyin' Get the fuck up out my face, who the fuck you tryin' I'm a good time nigga, that's what i'm all about Get
(Whoo!) Told me 'bout a party on 1.5 I got my pistol, jumped into my ride Got in the party with my pockets fat Bitches on my dick 'cause I'm cool like
at my Rolex, it's 12:00 And my dick ... is hard as a rock My beeper ain't went off all day I guess all my bitches went out to play Fuck 'em, 'cause I
shhhhh Now I'm on TV to find that my girl was a trick She did my main man, plus my own band I had to take a stand and beat the trick bad Two sisters,
paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga
capped on But it's time for a new plan, BAM! I'll be swingin like a one man, clan Here we go, turn it up, don't stop To my homies on the block gettin
Who would have guessed, that in my future years I'd be stressing Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers
paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass
