down to what's inside, you fell so fucking short This is damaged, far beyond repair You cant fucking force what was never fucking there You'll never
Four golds and I'm out there baby [Baby] I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga?) Orderin' for 20 kees (Street value?) Two hundred and fifty
nest but you know who whith a nest tatooed to my chest But I've innested Now I got the Industry pissy eversince me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on fifty
hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And that's [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference
the ICP So who will be brave enough to step into this ride? Just follow the trail of blood into the red tent There your host, Willaby Rags, will strap
: Come Gangster" [Intro: Some guys talking] The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man He's
bombers in a war zone, You wanted funk my nigga? So now the war's on, Late night I'm on a creep for a full chrome, Red light boom, will drive inside your
appear, full gear, down from the rear Sliced so quick, you thought Doc -- whispered in your ear Yeah, there's too many MC's, but not enough MC's are raw like that liquid that you pour on
park the jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis Autograph signin pads wit a gold tip sharpee Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk from red label scotch While
full gear, down from the rear Sliced so quick you thought doc, whispered in your ear Yeah, there's too many MC's but not enough MC's Are raw like that liquid that you pour on
Alright there ah buddy license and registration Uh, officer is there a problem man whats going on? Yeah I had a report of a UFO What's that? An unidentified
's nest But you know who with an S tattooed to my chest But I've innested, now I got the Industry pissy Ever since me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on fifty
pretty Most were there for primal scream therapy News men concentrated on the negative liked the jingoists more Peaceful protesters ended up on the cutting
snaps I'm on point like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksman The S-Class is shittin' on your weak Datsun Graffiti written on the Bible, my life
, and no-one's from the old school 'Cause rap is still a brand-new tool I say no-one's from the old school 'cause rap on a whole Isn't even twenty years old Fifty
your heart out when they sing Imagine life without 'em, all your radio heroes Like the outlaw that walks through Jesse's dream No, there'll never be another Red
hoes grinnin' Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off On 20's, on 20's Wheel's spinnin', wheels spinnin' These hoes grinnin' We never lose sleep, lemme On 20's, on
now him and his man is on the floor That's what you get for talkin' shit you shouldn't got me started You motherfuckers never wanted nuttin', but you got it I shit on
