it's gonna be reality, now picture me struggling Hustling, muggin' and doin' bad Elevatin', behind the little shit that I never had It's sad, but I all
on V.L. (Valence Street) in the 13th Rest In Peace, My heart goes out to my round L.T. A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O-P A H.
The I-c-e-T O.G. M.C. L.A.P.D. H-a-t-e- s (Ho!) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's
and weighin' me by the P You will see that I'm full of P to the T ain't no G in me A fella from S.P.V., Fly for fuckin' a wanna be I.B.N. who you fuckin
E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC's
tapes help generate papes E-F is the important Def G-good, H is what style be When I grab the microphone and MC Roll off the tongue like L M N O P And
with the brightest light I have ever seen and THEN he smiled at me and watched as my H E A R T and S O U L burned FREE lifting me UP to
I'm from the S O U T H side of C A, why they try to P H Still hit em up with that E A, G A to N G S T A So fuck them them other N I double G A S Hate
know how I ball The L L C O O L J, what's my motherfucking name y'all Mirror, mirror, on the wall Who was the man before Master P and Puff y'all No
bitch as I shoot this Gangsta bitch steppin' rollin' wit da Ruthless. [B.G. Knocc Out] The R-U-T-H-L-E double S Yo it's the nigga knocc out Claim the
' rollin' wit da Ruthless The R U T H L E double S, yo it's the nigga knocc out Claim the block so nigga what's next? Try to step and flex And get wrecked
To get Snoop Doggy dogg a bone motherfucker Here's another G or should I say a H, a I, a J, a K, a L M N O P P for the pussy wussy wuffin' nigga broke
O L O, I'm spellbound When I S P E L L very W E L L When I S P E L L very W E L L When I S P E L L very W E L L When I S P E L L very W E L L Check it
M-O-M-S stole my P-O-P-S, the son named K-S-O-L-O be B-L-E-S, S-E-D Blessed this brand new hard rap, H-I-T-S S-P-E-L-L, my style B-O-U-N-D My sister
more can I tell you? Let me spell it for you Double U I, double L I E Nobody truer than, H O V And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador Prime Minister
, and central too K.c. and joyce we gonna rock for you I'm sayin peace to my homies a whether b Fred dogg s p double e d y cause that's my type of guy
V.L. in the 13th (Valence Street) Rest in peace, my heart goes out to my round L.T. A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O-P A H.B.,
