live You know how it is when you got the kids You gots to go home and get it how you live Ain't got no money, so you pick at eyelids Turn around the
clapped Get on the floor, clap a second time And make sure I flat-line you Let a whole round go, hit niggas behind you See the gleam on the glock, know
so, Say why you walkin' you too cute I know you got a car, She say I wish and you too cute now where you goin', They call me yella and what's your name
Dope fiends makes my pay Late nite hype to fiends so they walk this way 24 is the delivery And if you want that bomb shit come and spend with me Killas
'd you go?) Nobody likes you Everyone left you (Where'd you go?) They're all out without you Havin' fun (Where'd you go?) Everyone left you Nobody likes you
you ever had something stronger than these'? Powder said 'well me and my friends used to smoke banana leaves That's kids stuff this stuff will make you
write Spinderella's gonna spin from beginning to end Once again, we're gonna let the party begin So tell me Pepa, are you ready to work it out? You know
yes homie trust me Plays fuck me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy QB/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle Man your man is hot, you dont wanna
dope, an M.C. you must listen to People say that they be missin' me and missin' you Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to You say fuck,
We gone get you if we owe you, again I already told you Ready to roll the real, giving us something they gone feel baby No rotation but minorities blame me
bout to stop it why not bitch Grab your strap saddle up nigga when you ride with me You ain't guaranteed to make it back when you ride with me And what
ya chase me Best waste me Don't hunt bitch down in ya way Or ya make me Reverse the game and wax that ass Stop you from playin' I clear yo block on
get loaded Blow a pound with my round, 50 shot'll get me toted I'ma wet your bin, hit your house, unlock ten Boy you can't win I let chopper bullets spin
comin' back but that's game This is the real, how I wheel and deal First round, draft pick like big Shaquille O'Neal Shit's so dope that I might catch a steal Stud Doogie, Alamo, spin
' you up off the curb So bring your A-game, we bringin' hella pain You disrespect my sip, I'll pop your back like pootytank So if you're ready run it
What you, what you gon' do? What you gon', uh? What you, what you gon' do nigga? What you, what you want? What you gon' do, nigga? Here I go, here I
them niggas lookin' at our shop You don't know you're not suppose ta be around these parts You don't know you goin' in and you might get caught You