somebody who?s pretending to care Just cash in your blanks for little toy tanks Learn how to use them, then abuse them and choose them Over conversations
try doing me you're do or die Dropping them like a Mack, and smacking them like a weak bitch, nigga don't even twitch Cause them I'ma have to pull the
California, cause we ain't hard to find [Chorus] [Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit] I got my locs on hard hat goin to war Breakin them off on sight, stoppin
sweat me as if my destiny is makin' crack sells only 15 and got problems cops on my tail, so I bail till I dodge 'em they finally pull me over and I laugh
whores But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours [Verse] Aint nutin changed, niggaz doin the same old shit Them new Hollow tips and them same
money come, and I'm a have to handle them Man I don't trust none of them, why they bringin' and come with them, Why they come in a cop, fuck around and
live up to. For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them
with me, im in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they cater all around the devil block, trouble not, im ready for em, niggas they know im ready for them
: [Chorus - Layzie Bone:] What you see is what you get, them bone boy's raw and we got chips, If ya'll act up we load them clips, put a target on that
: Jesse James and his boys rode that Dodge City Trail, Held up the midnight Southern mail, And there never was a man with the law in his hand That could
in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm
I'm creepin thru the party, they like 'who is that?' Gettin toe up from the floor, up in the LA Dodgers feathered cap Drinks is kinda weak, bartender, gotta send them
: I get tired and upset, and i'm trying to care a little less, when i google i only get depressed, i was taught to dodge those issues i was told, don
86 trans mic shift, while the engine run, anyone turn around and give me one more chance, let em smoke and scream em one more grams, so i'm a bring them
lookin at?) And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryin to park a Dodge
hopped in the Liberty, fake Range Rover I'm on his (Tail) like, Sonic lil' shorty Palmin on a 40, broad day I'm tryin to dodge a cover story Look like
with fire! (Whooo, smoking, smoking, smoking them Marley Marl's Smile, smoking, them Marley Marl's now be smoking Uh huh uh huh, smoking, light them
