You'd think it was the devil feedin you jalapenos Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean clothes My fo'-fo', prone to make you niggaz breathe
police need chalk To chalk you up, have bitches walkin up Smackin you in your face, screamin that you talk too much Tell women you said you fucked 'em
tell you what you did, mothaf**ka never lived In a fruad and a fake, with a broad and a snake I take it to the death, every breath that I breath Sip a
any of you See everybody got a little light under the sunshine But unselfishly I still want to share mine And what you choose to do is on you You've
Even if it means you kill You resting in peace i rest in blue steel Im even wet-in police and navy-blue seals How crazy you feel? Militant Click, ten
My only concern when I approach you, is to roast you I smoke you and whoever you standing close to And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you
s hell exploitive You know, taking these metaphors and just butchering Icons in the urban community, I don't know It's like you sucking 'em dry, what are you
to do is jump, get these evil voices outta me You don't love the fact that every night You hear whispers convincing you to end it all by daylight I'm about to take
world keeps my land fertile I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and tobacco It's third down and forty nigga You know you gon' get tackled Get your land while you
took their little pills by it. And went back 'n forth from Work by it. And paid their rent by it, And before long they were even Having Birthday parties
Jigga If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain
s a duel Heh, by the Gods, will you show me? Buck buck buck buck buck buck And where do you come for? Duel of the Iron Mic You come here, since you're
fucking gun spray I say a prayer for the kid, keep stepping With my weapon cocked wetting up the block every section hot The gats flash out by leaps and bounds Now police
me, you be wearing fake rocks And if I catch you in my hood, homie, you can't leave 'Cause I do niggaz like Fabolous, man, they can't breathe I got a
up, fam?) You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God (Good too see you too, God) Let's take the streets for a little ride
Aiyo, Tical? What up, fam? You know Busta-Bust had to come see you God, it's good to see you, God Good too see you too, God Let's take the streets for
get away from me How can you write what we read, that ain't my reality You disabuse humanity, humility and fealty Oh, you guess you got an edge Hiding