I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it Whenever I drop the line they faded Single top of the world I made it I made it, what? I made it, what? Taking
in the worst But I figured to play the wall; to watch all these playa hatin niggaz position for I could see 'em all Made it up out of there, lucky
hook, he got to calm down I guess I'm out of control, my mind, body and soul Tell me I'm bein pimped and it's makin me sick You know Em made that company
Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids I'm blowin on damn haze All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait If you aint up
cause I been with' them out. Niggas eyeball my shines, I can't stand it With my little 5 shot three eighty that keep jamming. [gunshot] {DAMN! } Nigga I
B.E.D then wash it all down with a glass of sweet tea And everything I love imma freak ya well Tapping on your ears like a S.P. 12 Taking your hip- hop
niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give a fuck where you lay at it's time to slay these bitch made niggas [Bizzy
let it explode and we made it. Out to the courtyard, saw Krayzie, feelin' saftety comin'. Hit the fence and jumped it, from my nigga's pistol's bullets is on it
en pas non plus Dans ta maniere d'aimer [When it's not a ice cube or a stone I believe there is no middle And it doesn't have any either In your way
I'm a god, I could crucify you Exclude nobody, that means that it's you it applies to If I was you I'd leave it alone I kill you or suicide you You had
then I Tried to take it farther then a friend, but she just a little hesistant It took longer then I thought, yeah I'll admit it, but I stayed patient
long bids I guess you could say I was saved by hip hop Young, recitin "+Fuck The Police+, I got my lip popped Who'd thought I'd rise from the bottom and
set it off fa?ot, so now how do you spose- We settle it, hit me in the nose, we'll see how it goes [Chorus x2] It's shear hustle, I bob, weave, deflate
UP!!! [PROOF] If Em say it i spray it, If he will it i kill it, We kilpatrick 'n ill it, Yo detroit, know i can feel it, Will at this gun on my waiste
my money pile, I'm fuckin' with strict stacks, I'm kickin' you straight facts, I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back! [Hook -
handle it, its to thin If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop Dee Follow Bizarre's path and ran through it And made it to the front door and collapsed
gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass (hehehe) [Swifty] I'm about to get rid of some hoes it's simple I put the Murder Inc with lead and I'm not talking
