up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level they can't Stop me or drop me nigga
: Drunk till death yeah the name rings bells when you hear it, All your favourite bands in it, We been round for a minute. Brotherhood, Crew, whatever
sewn, armored dope spots, Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop. Move like a king when I roll, hops, You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops. You
to drop your boyfriend then drop outta high school I got a whirlpool...don't even ask Lickin' pussy underwater shootin' bubbles up your ass I'm so crass that I'm the last
glass When I drop it you shatter I'm the type of nigga that'll kick your ass (What?) I'm the type of nigga that's built to last (What?) Yep, the type
sound of the underground Along with other bands, activists and friends This shit's not so bad since 97 we've been around And we wanna make it last until
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah [Master P] Check my status, then check my name You want to win give me the ball, the last play of
sewn armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's suc-suc-sucka punk cop Move like a king when I roll hops You try to flex bang another nigga drops You gotta
up off me 'cause all we wanted Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level They can't stop me or drop me nigga
'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level they can't Stop me or drop me nigga
I make yo legs shh shake like a earthquake (booom) you get yours I get mines now we both straight he put his hand on (WHO) you he must be insecure I drop them bands
you ain't got Not one damn thing for a nigga to ride to But I been gettin' funky since I was in high school Growin' up in that Bootsy's rubber band
forget ya stance And cruise to the beat that makes you dance 4 Ever My Beat, orchestrated as a treble I rate Havin' all that it takes, make no mistake Now we're the band
the Soul Shack, coolin' In the outback, on the songwritin' ship Blizz a five, off a Bob Marley spliff On the cloud I be relaxin' from last night and shit
New York's livin' legend, the streets know me well Stand in the line of fire, it's gonna to be hell You're dancin' wit the Devil, tonight's your last
he's so fuckin TERRIBLE! Meanwhile his record sells double and triple Cause of you whinin bout him rubbin his nipple Religious? Shit, you helped them bands
Who asked you? Drank my last cup of dead body stew Paint my face, creep up and say boo Nobody knows what I'm about Walk around town with my guts hanging
my chrome 9 Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines Next nigga in line 17 on the grind Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines Big purses, million dollar headlines 5 drops, OG the last
