I mean, you would to If you looked like this [Pre-Hook:] Ay yo today I'm on my fly shit... Ay yo you see me on my fly shit, naw they ain't never styling
ll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker So fill the Alazhay with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene
pussy, he'd react. Yeah, I know what you talkin' bout. The nigga used to be a mac and hustler and then he started sniffin', wearin' snake boots and shit
muthafuckin ass away from me. aint nobody hittin this shit. you bastard fuck Charlie brown. don?t tell me shit bout no muthafuckin Charlie brown. you shouldn?t have passed me this muthafucka. now back that shit
You know what time it is, crime it is No matter what rhyme it is We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits (no question) Based on a general's fist
Especially that, aluminum bat in the act Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex Index finger be sore, bustin these fly
It's that Westside, Connect'd with that nigga who flow so wreckless He spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, I'll bet this motherfuckin' Coast ain't got shit
allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade Threw us in the county high power block No freaks to see no beats to rock Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly
: (I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile) [Onyx] [ VERSE 1 ] Ugh, niggas on the d-l casin me out Truckin my jewels, feelin for the tools When
'd breathed his last breath [x4] "Don't ask me why, cause I'm down in a suit and tie" He took a breath and he knew he'd breathed his last breath [x3] "
go out in a blaze of glory before reachin puberty, scared a nigga truthfully I took trips with so much shit in the whip that if the cops pulled us over the dog'd
think Sauce the shit So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick Picture me fallin off, I'm camera shy Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man
pardon my disposition Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? Picture me working McDonald's I'd rather pull a mac on you Sorry Ms.
chicks are Lyte as rock before NWA's family feud who kicked that gangsta shit like Eazy E and Cube but still true lyricists smashin the cuts up verbally like Ras Kass and Kurupt e-40 Mac
the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die In this, business and trifeness I finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit
are down to brawl with my niggas I hang with gang bang niggas Got the niggas You the niggas I got the niggas Like Big Dog, Mac Mac, Will and foster
s on (watch this) Herb McGruff (yo), Universal, Harlem World shit Yeah (no doubt), 1-3-9 and Lennox shit (you know how we do) Uh, danger zone shit, check
