sometimes you see things that aren't there (Like what?) Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair (Mr. Shady what's a G-string?) It's yarn Claire Women
date You mistake me for a gentleman, your 2000 and late man, Will-I-ain't I'm the bad guy, type of guy that will drag 5 girls up on stage Pour ice in
direction to lose my shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in 'em (BROOM) you know how we do it when we do how we do it when we come through G
but a sucka punk ass hoe and A pussy ass nigga jumpin on the bandwagon You'll get kicked in your ass like the last dragon D-y-i-n-g to be d-o-w-n my friend
cuz I'ma put ya in Vaseline Stick 'em, stuck 'em, I fuck 'em up and fuck 'em up good Freak the funk so I fuck it up like a G should Burn your house
: (feat. Drag-On, The LOX) [Drag-On] I be the D-R-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim cuz bullets make your feet fast we throw babies in the trash Drag don
my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair He'll never walk again, on the strength of me Dats how I left him G, scared to death of me Cannot run
mine like a thumb, if you want, til I come, uh -Chorus- [Drag-On] I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggas often They call me Drag
: (feat. Wu-Tang Clan) [Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa
: (feat. Wu-Tang Clan) [Intro: RZA] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa
: (feat. Notorious B.I.G., Raekwon) [27 seconds of street noise to open the song then dialogue] We run the city [Notorious B.I.G.] Today's agenda,
s the same kid that cut his wrists , talkin bout the cuffs did it He ran away , frontin majorly , eyes like Sammy Davis jr. Rounded off with a fade g ,
my witness I'm grinnin so hard it look like it's a picnic So icey entertainment in atlantic I'm trapped in spanish for slayin them dragons Nigga I'm
ya laughing, keep dough like homer she suck it like maggie I got donk beat in my trunk so the police start trippin Sir I'm not drag racin I jus have a
moonlight They started robbing banks, then cattle mutilation Now his offsprings terrorize the nation Billy got drunk, Bull got even Bull went belly-up and joined up with the G
Then i let her fix her weave and i kick her out the drop And uh Nikes murder, hundred on the sleeves And uh Murder of streets, im runnin with some G's
the big league From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G" Pueblos,grape street,this is what I see The jungle,the 30's,the V.N.G. Life in L.A. ain't no
hack knives in your back blood down your spine, all in your ass crack with a swing, swing, swing your throat's whistlin the three incisions i made are fine as g