' about it Turn me up some, yo, I drink a fifth of yak and hurl it up some Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, I'm sayin' Now watch me
it Turn me up some I drink a fifth of yak and url it up some ,Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, i'm sayin', now watch me dead a niggah
This cut throat gotta play it raw Verse:1 Lil' Turk Gettin' killed aint no thang in the N.O. Some people live some people get smoked Life trap get crossed up
on me, let niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don'
man, damn what's taking homie so long son? 50, calm down, here he come Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! Many men, wish death upon me
SonDuhla Heading to the Eastside watch your back busta Ain't no hood for you here it's all about the hustlas Chorus [Sen Dog] Rhyme for my neighbourhoud
These off-keys MC's hawk me, they won't get off me So I kill em softly and use em as walkie talkies *bzzzzt* Turn up my level adjust my voice pitch Hoist
This the remix) And if you feel me put your hands up Hood(put em up, put em up, put em up) My hood niggas can you feel me(I gave you we taking over) I
see wich aninal me. And fifty of us spittin up that written stuff It's all the same! [? ] is the reason for cyphas prematurely spittin up. Ironic, phonic
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady [Shady] What's the deal? [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. [Missy] Turn the music up, we gon'
: Born broke, beat up, and always honked at Gimme an uzi and you suckas get the fuck back I'll bust your mind like a watermelon And as you listen you
she get the codes... I don't know Next thing, she layin' in the 'tel lobby, spotted me Tippin' the doorman, holdin' hands with my bitch besides me My
wish, one of my wig pushed in Ghostface is local, slick murder shit with a new rhyme hustle Still bust you, fuck you, head bust you, respect my muscle
my weap-an, get to stepp-an Fuck every phony ass nigga round me Stick a shaft up your ass like Richie Roundtree (Yea yea!) Got to have some gas money
some 409!!! Go Ice get busy [X2] Go Evil Get busy [X2] Turn up your stereo,equalize treble Bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal On the mic tonight that's right your rhyme
: Yeah! Right about now motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me Ice-T to bust some freestyle shit... but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here
Squeeze the trigger Watch the brains fly Violent? Yeah you could call me that Insane? You're on the right track But turn the sounds up So I can stay
chain All niggas gotta get some real estate Muthafucka Come up Fuck a bitch Better get somethin you can own, asshole White man ain't givin up shit Word