) [Chorus: Forte'] They Got Me killin with them They Got Me sinnin' with them Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them They Got Me fearin
nation [Nine] You got the right to remain silent and at the same time You got the right to remain violent and aim nines They got no love for, just slugs
they want They want to sex me They think I'm sexy I know what girls like, girls like me I know what boys like I know what they want They want to sex
me! Bloody, filthy, in this rap shhh---! You gonna have to kill me, since you can't beat me!!! Pras! Dirty! Cash! You're the greedy! Believe me! God
walk for miles like Isaac Hayes Run relays where your team gets delayed She keep a magnum by the ashtray When Pras come to visit with John Forte' ! Dining
sayin son?] I'm a Conquer Da World heard throughout chorus [Rampage] Check it out I'm sittin in my room, lookin at the fort wall Suckin on Halls, singin to myself "I Got
Biggie and Pac never got shot And they both still were rulers of hip hop And Puffy and Suge was roomates from college And Big L never got found in the
Te quiero mama, te quiero!! Guantanamera Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila, Guantanamera Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from
the sound of a .44, at your door? (this is what I said) You got guns (you got guns), I got guns (uh-huh) Meet me at the corner store (this is what he
rap shhh---! You gonna have to kill me, since you can't beat me!!! Pras! Dirty! Cash! You're the greedy! Believe me! God'll let me fly, like R. Kelly
Tah While they get the cover of a magazine we got to die We got to die, we got to die, we got to die Lord we got to die, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa [Chorus
on) Send me an angel in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning
Because of all the things that I bring with me Only G O D could be a king to me And if the G O D be in me, then the king I be The microphone is granted
My LP was completed before John Forte, Sporty Thievz and Pras but too many secret fans had they hands in the pan When I got to Philadelphia, everybody was waitin for me
if Biggie and Pac never got shot And they both still was rulers of hip hop And Puffy and Suge was roommates from college And Big L never got found in
' like they really love it Hell, last night, they were dancin' on the front row of my show Drinkin' beer and screamin', ?Sing Shove It!? You know, even John
Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila, Guantanamera Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far Guan-tana-mera Guajila Guan-tana-
, John, Elijah, Jacob I make the kind of green a hustler dream Bustin' out the custard cream Viper custom piped up with the mustard seams Clustered green Fort
