we keepin' it tight y'all, real tight, haa That's how we doin' it ha, that's how we doin' it That's how we doin' it yeah, that's how we doin' it Alright
keepin it tight y'all (Real tight wha) That's how we doin it (Ha, that's how we doin it) That's how we doin it (Yeah, that's how we doin it) Alright
we keepin it tight y'all (Real tight wha) That's how we doin it (Ha, that's how we doin it) That's how we doin it (Yeah, that's how we doin it) Alright
get on it] let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... get in get in too let it ride... tonight's tha night Verse
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make
rhyme Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you So either way we go about
! I feel good tonight, talk to me tell me how do ya feel so that everything's alright Word is bond! Busta Rhymes keep it comin one time for your mind
play the Jesus and it's wild cause I'm still sinnin, Addiction still weed-puffin, givin it to women, It's still my brain ready to bust up out my skull
hop ticks, stay on my dick MC's is all ill like bags from Bonton Stay souped up just like won-ton All I got it hard times, the illest rhymes A couple
bad lyrically It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money You can't pay me enough for you to play me It's cockamanie you just ain't
Three weeks later, yo, I'm back in the P's Gatherin' up information, checkin' faces Keepin' a forty-five auto' loaded like it was bases When it get dark
And write a whole fuckin LP G Style, the gangsta talk Never near soft Hard as a knockout bout It's no sellout I keep crime in my rhyme Cause it's my thing
s (who got it, huh, who got it?) Streetlife, Size/7, what, Johnny Blaze (who got it, huh, who got it?) Yeah, what, it's a Shaolin thing y'all, get familiar
say it in his native tongue, peelo You hurting by every single rhyme I write, and I keep Been in this countryside the fucking one Son of a b**** Hold it
The 40th Side of life, dunn we keepin it tight [Cormega] Yo it ain't just the music Group aspirations or ghetto illustions It's the product, east side