truck Yes, yes, y'all bounce, we go what ya want All my niggaz, all my niggaz All my bitches, c'mon We stay spittin' on, see what we sittin' on Shittin' you
yes y'all bounce we go what ya want All my niggaz, all my niggaz All my bitches! C'mon! [Busta Rhymes] We stay spittin' on See what we sittin on Shittin' you
up play tha game raw nigga What Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga What What Ha what What what What what Talking: Thats how it is uh huh Its real what
We still clique - everything you break, you can't fix We caught up in the mix, but V.L. still the shit I represent mine in every motherfuckin' rhyme You
the house What what what? G Unit in the house What nigga what? GGGGGG G Unit G Unit in the house What nigga what? G Unit in the house What what what?
tried to battle me and found self-DESTRUCTION [Mr. Mixx] 2 Live Crew 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Live Crew Bus - Bust a rhyme Bus - Bust a rhyme Bus - Bust a rhyme
give a fuck about you Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh) No including yourself All you want is what they perceiving as greed So as you
No we ain't blood But we still real brothers The struggle is real Nothing can steal What we build And that remains the same 'Till that day we killed
since I was three Heard they got to my peoples, now they livin somewhere free But fuck that, you got what's mines and I want that Never drop my guard
Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein a thug You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's going on Payback
murder rhyme when we hit your hood It's all good The punks? I wish you would! (Mopreme) Wouldn't better to just corrolate what we bust Instead of kickin
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you
we after all y'all niggas, man (all of you) You know who the fuck you is No what I'm saying you know what time it is man (get no love) Fuck all yall niggas
got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time Are you illiterate nigga
You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you
you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? I told y'all, ten years from now we'll still be on top We've just begun Thank you ... thank you B.I.
in them Niggas never knew what'd hit em Legends For what we done did on these streets And what we done spit on these records Blessin We take em and put
like cannibals we been in lust To see another man hit the dust (dust, dust) Can?t nobody tell me what to do, ?cause I am gonna do what I want to do