world I ride for Z. York, pass the heat off I blast at Farahkhan to overthrow Babylon Fuck this world, that's why we carry on By the Email Fidel, tell
ride pine while the crowd ride mine I ride with Compoze, Trackazoids family We told you "Who's on first?" like Amos told Andy Southpaw pitcher on the
on the stoop huh Sippin' on the brew Plottin' to pop me later huh When will a hater learn I'm too great on a song I push weight on the corner Send
Third eye watchin you, watchin me Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me Just keep the heat closely and ride
John, pro and con phenomenon Stretch with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on [Chorus
they ass like a baboon I do you dirty like a table chop, and the blocks on fire These niggas be rockin' more wires than a cable box Hit you with a fatal
on you like that! Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It's Xzibit. Get on the ground, get on the ground! Hands on the back of
tried to blast and ya missed me Keep your strap on cuz I'm a get my jack on When I put my black on payback is fin to be on Your brains gone I'm a let
That'll stick with the aisly and whip piss in your mouth I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over
, oh, oh, oh) [Lil' Kim] If you drivin in the street, hold on to your seat Niggaz, grab your meat while I ride the beat And if you see a shiny black
stay up homie If you locked in a box keep makin' it through Do your time Do your time Don't let your time do you To my brother Mikey Mike stay up homie
know you're slummin' and you feel me want to be like that Well you can't see me, that's 'cause everything is black (Black [x13], everything is black) (Black
is why we Don't need a telephone, fax or a time clock We just paint our last name on the mail box If you need us feel free to just drop on in When you
look-a-day is how I ride {Kurupt} On and on and on it's more strange Time to heat, shootin range Quick with the heat on their hip Young Jesse James
Can't Fuck With Us I Launch A Missle You Know From This Close I Can't Miss So I Couldt Care On What Your Sayin' I'm On To Ya Mudafuckaz Thinkin' I'm
get broke I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the glock is for? Black fatigues
no doubt This is just about the time that the Ice passed out The next day I woke, the girl was through Room still smokin', my legs black and blue My
ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house Sweet, let that ride out, bring the horns back in, yeah This is black super hero