Do, what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what you gonna do, when you see me comin' Do, what you gonna do, what you gonna do, what you gonna do, and
shoulders Think you boulder 'cause you older, but I'm colder With the trigger I'll run all over ya' Niggas talkin' yat and stuff Wan' be rough, but I'ma see if you
on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Im 'bout my bread now, Ill cut your head now You know you
talkin about a ill trip The Funky Cypress Hill Shit [Sen Dog] The Funky Cypress Hill Shit! (4X) [B-Real] Let me tell you what happens when you squeeze, you're juiceless You
click. And by the way, fuck you man. Goddamn, you better murder the man. You betta murder the man, you betta, Red Rum, Red Rum [x2] You betta murder the man You
Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress. So do what you do iight. Imma give you this hundred dollars. Go get you what ever you drankin
[Verse 1] Thank you, Thank you, Thank you You're far too kind Hold you're applause This is your song not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you Please
I aircondition y'all niggaz, my prediction is you rewind this Your highness, Q-Boro's finest Click your Timbs three times, the wizard is Nas Grant you a wish, you
: [Intro Part One: Method Man (album version)] Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what? (Torture nigga what?) What? I'll fuckin I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin
it man) [Chorus] [Sheek Louch-Talking] ay im staying away from you nigga. i see how you get down. haha... oh shit what the fuck what you say nigga [
tip [I] Food tip? Well you just check [C] Cause you know what we need [I] What can I have? [Common] You can have your Life [Immens] You can have
Hill shit The funky Cypress Hill shit The funky Cypress Hill shit Let me tell you what happens when you squeeze, you're juice less You can't get loose, so now you
what you gonna do now Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prowl Growling howling, give it up punk you might wanna throw the towel in I'm not doing the ill
gonna play with who they wanna play with People gonna always lay with who they wanna lay with You want me to want what you want (I go my own way) You want me to be like you
a revolva. so go on pimpin yous a chipin and ima do that you aint ready for the blowback dj you already do that so bring who you wanna bring on ima go
to you This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you This goes out to you This goes out to you This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you Your
, hope you past the sun Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son Taking you in, Angels breaking you in This is heaven and no longer do you have
