re faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead pres folder Is cold lampin' like a black king on a
-I-L E and Ice-T are on a jack move Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove Wreckin the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk Rollin like a
drop, giving your rocks, sinking shots, off your feet Cause the L-I-L M-A-L-I-K can't be beat And A-B-C, ha, is easy as 1-2-3, yeah As soon as the Lord
in ya face A/K/A the General Maximus A/K/A Radar, A/K/A Excalibur Sword Bearer, RZA, what up? [Inspectah Deck:] I keep a blunt lit, holding my nuts,
if it's spat by me And with that said, I will kill niggas dead Cut niggas short, give you wheels for legs I'm a K-I- double -L-E-R See ya'll in hell
) Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games
as a red Jag, a Louis bag, grabbing a blunt, fuck it steam about a hundred and one L's kites off the jails, buying sweats, running up in Stetson nigga hat game
a hold on in trusting you [Refrain]x1 A quoi bon se voiler la face There's no future in the past Efface une a une toutes les traces Qui t'obsedent
ya like a sud, bitch fuck that stealin from me man is gon be fatal when I point these pistols I buck ya like a third grader play no games with ya boy
than triple A They should call you Chucky cuz ya lyrics are Child's Play Try to pray to god that l come back There's a better chance of seein' a Kid N
a dream floating face down in the mainstream Chorus: Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream that's why some are found floating face down in
go down, see I ain't playin around Got a half a tank of gas, I'm 85 Southbound It's a long ass way, I'm from the 20 side of thangs She said it's dead
figured if she satisfied me sexual-ly Then, I'd be a sucker for L-O-V-E But guess what, I'm not a sucker for L-O-V-E (hell nah) And just because you
Gube Thug, highly requested And my gun like Chris, you know I'm gon' +Tucker+ In a Spider Modena, the color of Apple Pucker And the game from the veterans
ain't playin around unless it's in to watch shorty (?) face hopscotch Never tic-tac-toe, there's too many of those I need a Rocky Dennis face - uhh
Kyjuan comin' the spray, yo it ain't graffiti No I don't eat bullets, but I'll feed the needy Throwup a L, but I won't smoke a L at the city Truck is
bills to send to all my jail niggaz who fell From New York to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.T. for G.P. A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars Kani shit, mad jiggy
A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock