deified. All this dogma is bound, No effort to separate the myth from the facts, Fairy tales saying that the end of days have come at last. Was it always
muh'fuckin jokin See if you think somethin sweet when your head open Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck
: Yeah G-Unit Nigga 50 Cent You Heard Me Irv I don't believe you let that nigga talk You fat cupcake eatin' mothafucka I'll fuck you up nigga Fuckin'
dollar counts Bustas is jealous and half these niggaz is punks They runnin off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump They jump, my automatic
knowin if, strays in flight gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me? Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up Last night we off the
buy it up (Nigga you fucking with a changed man) All my real thug niggas go and get your hands up now, your gonna flip your hands up (Fucking with
where more and more borhters givin up and don't care Sometimes I hate when brothers act up, I hit the weed and I proceed to blow the track up, for young
pain cause we drinkin Playin them hoes like manure First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how we do it (ha ha!) It's two niggaz comin up out
'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with that old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at? Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness.) Verse Two
up They know we fed up But we they just don't give a fuck They just don't give a fuck I gotta give my fuck offs Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department Fuck
hands up (throw ya hands up) Throw ya hands up (what you scared of nigga, what you goin for the trunk For) Get em up, come on Throw ya hands up Leave
tha air oh yeah nigga bust ain't no time to spare called tha ruffest mothafucker and we fuck shit up and with tha stainless steel [???], we cut shit up
this rap shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
I'm foul You wondering why I don't smile I'm schemeing to stick you up now Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run While you hit the pavement
8 Mile alleys, let's rally [Eminem] Hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre's about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up
Pull up in Rovers baggin' the finest hos man Takin' pictures with bitches in designer clothes and Niggas schemin' cause everybody's neck is froze and We comin' through stuntin' fuck
hard and we ball (we ball) We hit them up and they fall (they fall) I love the shorties who be all thong up She wani me hit it up against the wall (
