your leaving for the last time? ill be better off without you on my own. So I scream out loud ?your leaving for the last time? ill be better off without
'all eat soft, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh! New syllables eat ball, ya fucks off's Your house, your bitch I'm getting sucked off East,
ask ?do you wanna fuck??, say ?yeah!? Reaching my pants, grab the? Grab the wheel when I'm in a? Driving like I'm off for the road way, here! Like?let
up spent 10 thousand in a day thats off a blunt in a row/200 thousand in a safe I bout to stunt on a hoe She like don't leave me,bitch you better get
is can the Feds get us (uh-huh) I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh) and niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that witcha
ghetto illustions It's the product, east side, and all the beautiful children And unleashed dreams comin through each building If you sleep, you better
hear it (I'ma two-way Sunn back right now Next time she show up right on time for this shit) Word, no doubt (Better stop smokin' on that shit) Fuck that
wire You need some better metaphors For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the cross fire [Chorus] From our east coast instructor
game. Still fuckin the street with Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin change (STRANGE!) A drive for no paper work, organize drive-bys and your neighbor
war with we, 'Cause we bus it and we pop it off, bus it and we pop it off Dem a run off dem mouth and dem a run off dem beak And dem a talk pon the block
nether deep grew black as a sea,& rolled with a terrible noise; beneath us was nothing now to be seen but a black tempest, till looking east between
East, my brother, to the East! [Brother J] Uh, to the East, my brother, to the East! Come on! [X] To the East, my brother, to the East! [J] To the East
some do-jo and it just a hobby How fuck Daniel-san going to beat Mr. Miyagi Wax on wax off with a knock out or better I leave three threw the e of your
: East Coast, West Coast.. All my country, funky, brother, motherfuckers [Verse One] To my, no good niggaz, and my, no good bitches Sorry if I left
off this sh~t, I don't pay attention to your hatin' and your bad looks, We just tryin' to get paper like Garth Brooks, Keep it off the hook, Make the
computer screen freeze Look out! Erase the Easter eggs off your DVDs Look out! Erase your hard drive and your backups too And the hard drive of anyone
2 - Jay-Z] If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat Than I'm gon' feature Em and get rich And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range
bust I bet I bust, I bet I, I bet I I bet I bust, I bet I bust Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud, I bet I bust Drive around parkin'