who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that steal You ain't hear about the young thugs, The Hot Boys, that's who the are Run that shit blow for blow
. don't lollygag I get these pussy niggaz ready for their body bag I'ma a clown but I ain't the type that play with ya child I'm the type that go chicka-blowe chicka blowe
wait for Snoop Doggy Dogg's LP to drop Big up to my man Ice-T! (Big up..) +Cop Killer+ and all that, congrats on the new label kid Blow up, blow up! Yo
K.R.] Uh-huh, heb's uhe Heb's uhe [Steele] Yeah, NY Got my peeps from Zurich up in here [E.K.R.] Mh-hm Ganz' Crew [Steele] Yeah, let's blow somethin Roll
this moment Grey summer sky, the trees swing softly come summer rain and kiss my skin tears in my eyes mingle with the raindrops warm winds blow my face
the harbor? I'm a booster bitch, why bother? I love the way my weed blow in the ghetto breeze I'm in Miami where I live it ain't no palm tree's Niggaz
will come real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everyting will come real Yes we free like the bird in the tree We runnin from the penetentiary
Block run and shoot slugs We throw them back like hardballs Without the gloves No love for these fake desperados And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke and blow
hair trigger semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday and fear of man - grow on trees Criminal
: Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on inside you Ooooh that
in Gucci loafers Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures My clique be the coldest, baddest bitches they know us After the show they blow
hundred grand from crack Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack [Chorus- 50 Cent] nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder I got what you need, them trees
2X From New York to New Orleans A problem, holla at me My niggas comin' to see If everythin' is alright Ya'll niggas can blow some trees Have coke and
Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away) [Verse: B.
.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away
: Behold the sunrise on a tree of golden leaves With years in silence he has risen to the sky His roots are bound to the field of memories Memories
long with you It's true You blew into me Like the wind and then you Blew right out again Your love is like the wind Blowing through the trees Stir it up Blow
