em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old man before I understand why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up
: Fuckin lil' homies.. Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies My lil' homies.. Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies [2Pac] Just pay attention Here
hellrazor... born thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen On the scene watchin fiends buggin Kickin up dust with the older G's Soakin up the game
court of law So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him Sold a half a million
Feelin fucked up in this bitch. Smoke half a ounce to the head. Drop the top. Indo. Hawaiin. Lansbread. Buddha. All that shit. I'm fucked up in this motha fucka
, peace to the real G's Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me Pick it up, pick it up, give it up Best to duck or get fucked for your bucks Scream
You fucking with me, nigga ? You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This
holds me down, my... hold me down Cause I put the rush... nigger we bust em up Cop... ready to blow your block off the map Thug life nigger live with
up, you die. You shoot up, you die And if your body lives, then you die inside Another paper, another shot Is the rust worth the risk, fuck no it's not
paper! Stack paper! Blow paper! (AAHHHH!) Make paper! Take paper! I'm major! (YEAH!) I cake up, new Jacob, nigga wake up! Your old straight up! - Pay up
it up out there in jersey You can ask my son he will tell ya my dads fucking crazy She filled his head with shit and now I think he fucking hates me Shady
when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin' hands up! Lets
I'm bout my paper If your bitch really bout it nigga I'm gon' take her Backseat of my jeep, fuck till I fuck up her make up Take her to the Diamond District
back, crew [Verse 1] Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat I put my life on the
fuck with my grip I won't hesitate to let off a clip Aww nigga don't trip You gon' make me get on some shit Run up on you quick What up, you're whipped
you'll see That it ain't cool to fuck wit me [Lloyd Banks] I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind
piss in a cup Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I'll fuck you up I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up Yo don't want stitches in yo grill motherfucker
your paper comin' slow She feel like she had ta go Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az (Bun B) I got one life
