world, I'm the fuckin man. Cheers, I'm the fuckin man. You motherfuckers, I'm the fuckin man. Bitches, I'm the fuckin man. All motherfuckers, I'm the
fuck you tryin' I'm a good time nigga, that's what i'm all about Get the money get the pussy, get the map, i'm out Do you wanna have a, party 2 live
: [Intro] "OK man, are you ready to go?" "I'm ready to go, now c'mon now, crank this motherfucker up" [Mr. Mixx] YEAH, IT'S YA BOYS BACK IN THE HOUSE
at the pen Cause everybody's in paying back society I'm guilty of a life of sin I watched the drama occur My eyes blurred 'fore I jet it I wonder
, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game While
I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby? And I think I'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner I've been drinkin on the daily, I can hardly remember I
And as the glock loads, I gotta teach hoes Reach hoes, make em feel a nigga when I'm mashin Now I'm surpassin any assassin [Chorus 2X] [Tupac]
me? Life of and outlaw. Chorus repeats City under siege. It's like I can't even breathe. I'm from the state of car theives. G, deep from the street. Plenty beef. I
Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah) Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A. I like it when she say "Papi I feel it in my Belly" Call up all
the ends, in the corner with a set of fly ass twins And me I'm sittin fat Cause I'm the rottweiler and I'm lookin for a kitty cat And some high heel pumps
the fools I'm among And I have been shamed And I have relented I'm working my way toward our union mended And I have been shamed And I have repented I'm
slam, I need a one, two, three hour man I want a dude who will time me to the fan, a thug that can handle his biz like a man I want a dude with the
I need a one, two, three hour man I want a dude who will tie me to the fan A thug that can handle his biz like a man I want a dude with the wickedest
like katrina storm Deh more mi tell her di more she carry on So mi grip inna di hair an pop out a few strawn Her body make mi nature get warm I'm so bless
: [Verse One] I know I'm not the only one that's filling the void Creatively hip-hop is being destroyed A lot of rappers really need to be unemployed
Can the short shorty just rock it anymore I started just rocking dancefloors Now I'm overseas rocking European tours Of course I'm dedicated to the city of L.A. I
trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking In this air I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am
