it down Ball till we fall, believe we laying it down The party off the hook, when Chopper City arrive Thugging popping bottles, until the sun rise It's going down, it's going dizzle, it
birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on earth The first time I went to stick it up the shit hurt Moms wouldn't take it, the bitch still hates
with the sound track as the mood switches Emphasizing emotions to amplify the notion thus Electrocute it I execute it so it's therapeutic Innovation improves it but never abuse it
: (feat. Hell Razah) [talking: Priest] He rules in the neighborhood he rules [talking: Kids] Huh try on your robe man yea it fits it fits me too I like
the yard! I knock you out like Kimbo left or right See I be smokin' indo but I be ready to fight My mic's bleedin' 'cause it's gettin ugly round for round
Mic verbrennt [CHORUS x2] [VERSE 3: Tre Little] Yo, I'ma hurt the game that's dirt, let me explain your worth You look like him but sound like her
's filled with graaaay... But now, it comes clean... Leaves fall, awaaaaaay... Hip-hop is playing again And it's bangin, toooo... Know it's bangin, for
balance Man Fuck you I wont change it's my land it's quite strange I won't conform the victim and hope I do the right thing It's my world, I ain't in
: Life's filled with graaaay... But now, it comes clean... Leaves fall, awaaaaaay... Hip-hop is playing again And it's bangin, toooo... Know it'
ounce in Waitin' for my baby to call, forgive it all On some break up to make up shit, givin' me drawers I adore mi amore, but every time she choose to
CHORUS (2X) ] [ VERSE 3: Tre Little ] Yo, I'ma hurt the game that's dirt, let me explain your worth You look like him but sound like her You want an
the bomb it, keep you reek niggas in bondage A convicts we Allah, then we bomb it We trom it, it take a Terror Squad to dis arm it We layin with grenades
tracks my brother cory d my man terry dale who brought it to the plate and made it sound great scott weiland and the melody man if you cant sing
gettin' down [Justin (rapping):] Yo some people say my solo is impossible But when I get up on the mic, yo, I'm unstoppable And it's probable when ya
Im loaded Everything you here in your jeep I wrote it If it aint good life man I dont live it If the raps hot then baby musta did it Aint no time fo
I change lanes My weed game green, clientele is swell It's Cool like LL DeBarge look alike brother, time will reveal That I'm doin it, and doin it well
(Kool-Aid) hats. Into the graveyard, but prepare to get (drugged up on the Clair to tear a round) 'fore somebody gets stuck. You still won't want some, bitch, but
the sixties I knew it was on when our God was shown But I was caught up in the mix of some glittery shit A.T. him and Mase makin' mils wit' it I ain't mad but
