Nigga be lookin all the way when he see you and shit It's a celebration, Young Pac is back [E-40] Motherfuckers better understand this shit [Tupac] Ay
I'm contemplating plots wondering which door to go Brothas getting shot, comin back resurrected It's just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit
game Be yo' own nigga meanin buy yo' own dope Cause that front shit is punk shit, somethin I never funked with Be true to this game and this game will
homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane when De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game I can
that Fuck an nigga, hit him up Niggas wanna front Punk nigga hit a pump Have you scramblin' like mike vick Niggas out here be talkin' shit like they got shit
me I let it rain I do this shit myself lawyer money ain't a thang Da unit is the game The yin and the yang We went from poor to rich now look we da shit
money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah [Verse 2- 50 Cent] Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit
off, you know you ain't that tough I'm PULLIN' your MASK off as soon as you act up You know what I came for, A PIECE OF DA GAME OR Artillary that's about
: (Skit) "Aye you want some of this shit" "Naw, I don't want that shit" "I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit" "And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in
da-da-da-da-da-da-da! {say what?} Man I got 'em all buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', (buzzin'!) buzzin', Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da! [scratches
Kkk mask n confederate flags Black man n da office you know dey gon flip Like anna mae hand me my rifle start da go da shit, But bill o'riely call me
Get Hit A Shoot Out In 89' Fu**** Up How He Walk He A Grimey Ass Ni**A, You See How He Talk Should Shoot The Shepard In The Head And Da Sheep Gonna Scatter
that shit he says he got, And he ain't did none of that shit he said he did, And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot) [chorus
m at da dice game You won't catch me slippin when I'm hittin them licks, I roll 4,5,6 wit my hand on my shit I'm a gangsta on point ready to flip, fo
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo (wha say what, uh uh uh) Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo (Da Brat) Verse 3: [Da Brat] I want it al
min revolver / mit roseholzgriff und da lauf isch vergoldet / zieh schnaller als din schatte du challerratte / das isch da grund wieso du nacheme duell mit mir platt bisch / aaaaww shit
these bitches, nigga listen! Hoez will get you fucked up Someone like to cut shit Someone think they smarking I beat bitches, now ya lock up And it's fucked up, shit
It's all Mo Thug, It's all Mo, Mo Thug [2x] [Lazy] Oh well, if ya snooze ya loose Stop bringin that pistol and fetch ya, Shoot it and catch ya, shit,
