ma treat you right You dog me I dog you (Fo' show) [B.G.] I'm from tha streets I've been hot all my life So free bitches and hot girls is all I like
like Shabba Ranks goin, "Bo! Bo! Bo!" Crashin all them doubts that you had befo' And friendly as a food stamp is to the po' Bein all them things that
useless authority Your life is nothin' but (..unknown..) I hope you all die on the street today I hope you all die in a deadly way [Refrain 3 Times] It's all
Indians and not enough chiefs Why you buy all the gun's if you ain't got enough beef The shit I spit will cause an all out riot In my new 4 fifth will
the po po, Game got a fo fo Guns by the boatload, niggaz rappin so so Def like Jermaine, talking bout they gangbang What's a West Coast nigga from a East Coast gang A free
Hos hate me they want my ding-a-ling in a sling Hot product they all 'gon buy it I'll have you limpin' out of Hot 97with ya jaw all wired I'll start
, Mama? EDNA Well, I am big, I am blonde... ish, and if you say I'm beautiful, I guess I'm beautiful. OK, I'll do it! ALL Yeaaa! Look out old
: 11.1 A Funeral, A Lantern: To guide us, And this Body across the river. "He floats like driftwood." "He'll tote behind us." All around, the Patiently
pussy pussy Police pull me over, they don't write no tickets' All between my legs, tryin to eat me [Chorus] Girl I don't pay for weed, I get in clubs free
back I know the things the cheddar buys, will attract and catch the eyes Instead of ice, it'd be nice, if we would invest in life Instead of all that
The Faith (4: 1) Follow deceitful teachings preached by the god's of this age (4: 1) That's why I urge you to remain in the ways you've been trained (4
In the skeet you must trust All you got to do is believe And the skeet will set you free [Chorus] Jerk-jerk-jerk-jerk it off babyyy! [4x]
with babies they need to work for food stamps You can pop that pussy tax-free, But you won't get shit from me! Uhh!! Uhh!! Now throw that pussy!! [Chorus] [Verse 4
in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child caught in guns Smoking weed, can all make
you're livin, blessed Much love to my brothers in the pen See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in Once again it's an all out scrap Keep your
block That's right (Maybe life is but a dream) (Hard times is all we've seen) Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers that passed away From all
: Chorus: I wonder if heaven got a ghetto (4X) I was raised, the little young nigga doin bad shit Talk much shit cause I never had shit I could remember
back home, before the sun decides to set And little boys playin stick ball, quick y'all Get out the street before they hit y'all And as I reminisce, I
