sound. March in the angels for a graceless fall. Cracking foundation of a tortured soul. Up to my neck, outta my head. Up to my neck and out of my head
real in the hood (all the way) It's just real in the ghetto From my block to your block (my block to your block) From my set to your set (my set to your
like this ever Baby Gangster uptown representer Cuttin' shit up chop you down off top you'll remember I be spinnin the binnin No laughin no grinnin Drop my nuts twerk it up
neck One big remix, and she'll be on my penis If my flow had a phoenix and my paws are the cleanest 9-millimeters in the bars and arenas If you hood then
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
a math test, energetic as ever And all I wrote down was my name: it's 'Chris Webster' Too drugged up to pay attention in class So I got kicked out and put my
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 bar to my fuckin
up I eat em like Pac Man, the score just adds up Should be in a trash can, shit I'm grouchy as fuck, yup I'll wrap my hands around your neck and choke
: I'm not a rat to be spat on locked up in this room Those bars that look towards the sun at night look towards the moon Everyday the swallows play in
the morning I?d still be up Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree up On my way to the dealer?s, tryna re-up Call
like my only teacher Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause I've got Gucci's on my feet Diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist Bitches on my dick But
brother strugglin "UH" one time for Biggie "UH UH UH" three times for Pac, and it dont stop When i set up shop, I bought my glock fresh up out the box Up
B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts] [ODB] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up
know how to work they jaws They skintone is coffee and milk, mixed up Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold
B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts] [ODB:] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up
razor blades and candy bars. I went to trick-or-treat the first house on my block, Spit in my face and gave my a rock. I tried to give it back and said
em back up off me, i come down clappin forty pow thats a badder story, not in my category mess around, dame held def jam down supporting my back, jackin