2: Hi-C] Once again Hi-C jumps on the scene Killin all creeps if you know what I mean Fool, so come on, bring your nine But it ain't gon' help this time, punk
want you to tell her [guard] C'mon c'mon this shit's over with. *commotion breaks out* [girl] I'm not done talking to him! [guard] C'mon boy, back to
, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you stop that shit now Take
minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you stop that shit
deal, cause I knew his brother Jerry And Sam, he just broke up with his girlfriend Terry So Jerry introduced Sam and I that night He said, "Hello, my name is Sam" I said, "Hi
ah beasts on the feast for some meat and preparin' ah tearin' ah si-zoul of each, and hi-zal ah gi-zal a playa will di-zal we all on the hi-zals and won
ya dick in your mouth And put your lips, where your dick was, sideways pushin' Punks try to prevoke chess styles and push me Queens shit (Come on!) Queens shit
realize I'm the motherfucking boss Come on down and get your ass pinched And if you talk shit, get your ass lynched 'Cause I'm the B, the I, the T, the C
ain't never had a family member doin this Then don't say shit Cause I done tried rehabilitation But to this nigga rehabs ain't shit but vacations So
on, get your ass up" "Whassup nigga?" "Get over there, shit" 'Ya lil' punk, ass nigga" "C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy" "God damnit, you stop that shit
the ass with my ninety-five drive I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee
in the ear That's why when you say 'hi' she won't say 'hi' Are you the kind that think you're too damn fly? Bitch eat shit 'n die (ha, ha) Ice cube
, to get that hi life Hi life, we livin' that hi life Hi life, we livin' that hi life, mmm (Hi life, mmm) Hi life, we livin' that hi life Hi life, we
(ABK) My neighborhoods full of drama, killas and thugs Everybody?s representing by throwing em up With a quick hi, hello, or beat down baby Even the cops
[ABK] My neighborhoods full of drama, killas and thugs Everybodya??s representing by throwing em up With a quick hi, hello, or beat down baby Even the
A bitch ain't nuttin' but a trick tramp slut, yeah So get the fuck out my face, 'cause you're makin' me sick Bitch, 'cause you smell like shit Stickin' to the shit
imagine to the whole entire Death Row family both sides, whassup niggaz And my nigga Big Suge, known for keepin' shit poppin' To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-C
you wanna fade me Mark Killer Fool you crazy No you can't fuck with a nigga Motherfuckers just like you You're a punk motherfucker with a punk mother
