the Heartless" strapped with a nine Don't make me spark it, you probably heard the news, if not you need To check it, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony done broke away
even scuffle I heard my little brother smacked the shit out you bitch and bust you hear my nationwide "fuck you, fuck you" I got people that you trust
been always will be You could travel every square inch of the planet Earth and still be ninety-three million miles away from the sun Til you realize you
even scuffle ([Unverified]) And I heard my little brother smacked the shit out you bitch And bust you, hear my nationwide, "Fuck you, fuck you" I got people that you
my hogs you fucking fagot I know you want to catch me with this bag so you can hide me Or with my 44 so you can 45 me You put this shit off in our neighborhoods
{Represent, you niggaz gotta shoot joints} Yo check it [Verse One: RZA] Put away your heaters, throw up your dick beaters Accurate blows to his nose
talking don't pay, you're drifting away When i see you on a stage i'm a blow you away You're right, there is no difference between me and you Except
you deal with the real fake jacks And get your cap peeled Hey Joey, let's just get this money Brothas just be wilin' Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody Brothas
goin' on? I'm just holdin' on What's goin' on? What's goin' Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo If you could soar the sky like a bird Would you be disturbed To see brothers
things these weak punks out here try to do Open your mind we got something for you and you and you [Chorus] [Eightball] MJG tell me something that you
Bizzy Bone-Chorus- You run, and you hide (Tell them (Cenz.) you better run, c'mon now)/ And you run, and you and hide (Tell them (Cenz.) you better run
you do, that's OPP and you're not down with it But if you don't, here's your membership You down with OPP? (Yeah you know me) You down with OPP? (Yeah you
so violent Bustas silent when I'm on that blow Enhance my skills to make me treal Treal enough to kill at will Will I kill you Fly will peel you
basic Tear my own face off in the finale, stick around it's ill Diabolic Prodigal Son spill grimmace If you had one more eye, you'd be a Cyclops Which
With most fickle, too serious to joke with you Weak lungs was too laid-back to blow whistles Far away and two cellphones with calls waiting Parlaying two red-bones
soul Shame, shame you blew me away I donc?? need no brother to cry for me `Cause I need someone to please But I donc?? need to go down in flames You
is now this I dont dispute but you knew You knew Lyrics Born was a ripped off note sheet of a hundred And you scrape the paint off your bumpers making sure you
