(chorus) If you're comin back for more, Then get ready...get ready. Cause everything I got is yours, So get ready...get ready. You know you never had
ride or die wit' me I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for that killa guerilla I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa Uptown consist of drug dealers, and thugs For
than an army Clips that's all extended leave you bended, rear ended SK's be sendin, slugs can't be defended There goes the arrival, chopper spits five more
is off Fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the Keizer war I'm hot - five hunnid degress or more! My door block an M16 or more I'm in the store copin s*** you ain
cream is off Fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the Keizer war I'm hot - five hunnid degress or more! My door block an M16 or more I'm in the store copin shit
'all some bi**h made ni**az and you steadily sinkin O-U-T, L-A-W-Z ain't nuttin f**kin with that We bustin back comin back for the stacks Laugh last cash
: Chorus: Repeat 4X One for the money, two for the show, three for the ladies, but all they wanted was one. Verse 1: P.S., Coolio, Lek Ratt Hey, that
MAMA BITCHIN in and out the kitchen With probable causeS, PAPA WAS IN AND out OF prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four five
get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
Verse 1:] One for the money, two for the show Three I want a real big booty to go Check it, for the homies, five for the tricks And everybody down at
re tryin' to do what's right You don't understand it - my feelings for you You'd be honest with me if only you knew I'm not sorry for nothin' I've done
said that they got off with quite a haul. In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground For one more member who had business back in town
really give em something to stress, more likely even less. [Chorus] [Krayzie Bone:] My life! (My life) Lil' nigga bailin through the hood, livin crooked like I could. Get cha for
no no. Gotta make that money man, Gimme all my change, it's a murder thang, now Even in the dummy game, niggas comin' up slain for collectin' they claim
A lyrical monster - My niggas are comin' to bomb yah My niggas'll critically calm ya The bullets, they enter, they calm ya We steady be ready for drama
call my baby on the telephone Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home Sit tight, little mama, I'm comin' `round I got three more hours, but I'm coverin
like this (this) Now I talk for a living, funny how life gets (whoaaaa) I never drank or smoked weed in high school, I was a late bloomer For me personally
Finally di herbs come around, come around, come around, come around... [Verse 4: Aztec] Yeah! One shot for the gangstas one shot for the hustlers Three now for