a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others know only a
jerkin you rings is so my contact will break up your man I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a hand I make it hard so, only God could wake up your
, Noodles shoot that fucking whore Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily [Fat Joe] It'll be a
they move, Noodles shoot that fuckin' whore Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know That we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily It'll be a
a nigga grow, he progreses and he has a lot more happier things to talk about (more happy), jigga kick that shit yo you can catch Norea in L.A. wit
Ain't Got Pals I Make A Girl Get Low Like I Ain't Got No L's I'm A Paper Chasin Dog Check My Toenails And I Never Miss A Game, No Shaq O'neal More Like
No Pals I Make A Girl Get Low Like I Ain't Got No L's I'm A Paper Chasin Dog Check My Toenails And I Never Miss A Game, No Shaq O'neal More Like Brett
mouth is, winner take all Ayy, yo, I got next, pass me a Beck's and a Philly 'Cuz this L we 'bout to puff is for my nigga Billy A hour passed Dinner
pray before ya wake up Doin' hard, I'm clippin' their head Rentio, bitch aware used to live in Brooklyn now you rest In a sementary, it's a full moon again now get a
a cell or a prison or in hell's Armageddon Just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle We know the riddles of life where others know only a
Ain't Got Pals I Make A Girl Get Low Like I Ain't Got No L's I'm A Paper Chasin Dog Check My Toenails And I Never Miss A Game, No Shaq O'neal More
with the strategy of energy Your cavity splatered your falling Now gravity's your enemy Shooting a bullet through your head Is all it takes to make you dead? Put a
a shell in her head like a bobbypin. Yeah. I'm puttin rock on the stove. A baller push rock and push COCK in these hoes. And it's sweet to get a freak
ve got Weapon X from Canada, a.k.a. Wolverine You know the routine, his claws can rip rappers for days But here comes the Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze
your roof off sucker punk motherfucker I'll rush you, crush you, right This is a constant reminder for you to keep shit straight Stab you, throw you overboard faggot you dead
a thug Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a tec at mase, and,
soften a thug Have a chump coughin' blood, fill his coffin with slugs Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase,
me? But now I'm stackin' my grip Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist But one time never sleep on it I went from Harlem to L.A