head I'm all for it when I spin yo fuckin' bin Another dead nigga when I come to bust yo head [L.O.G.] I'm all for it when I spin yo fuckin' bin Another
too hard for the public, too uncut for the T.V you want that gangsta, guerilla shit it's already in me studio makin I'm hard so I'm bringin'it harder
with me He was H-O-T Kept it real and representing Via-13 got a little girl I treat like it's for me and a lot of hoes conversation It's B.G and L.T.
my chopper Then bang at the law with my chopper [B.G.] Evenin' got dark - you know it's 'bout to be some G shit Twelve o'clock done hit - it's midnight
the B.G., I ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S-3 I bust a nigga dome for Baby, known as B-3, and all these niggaz Know my dog a do the same for me, we family
for a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga?) Orderin' for 20 kees (Street value?) Two hundred and fifty G's (And what's yo profit?) A lick for a hundred G
in it for the sport running circles round his competition on the court he appriciates your support but he a'int beggin for it, and you can love it you
'all some bi**h made ni**az and you steadily sinkin O-U-T, L-A-W-Z ain't nuttin f**kin with that We bustin back comin back for the stacks Laugh last cash
I'm plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O Where sellin narcotics is all I know I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever
This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real motherfuckers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers
the back I be the F-L-A-M-E-to the-S Ya'll ready know homie I be the best I rep the 5 all day I put it on my chest Touch my flag homie You'll get 5 on
: a l s e m a l all for the say e n d e n o g a t a i e n d e n o g a t a i - d a h I am strong in his hands I am beyond me on my own I'm human and
anywhere We don't care Handle that and take care of that If it goes like that then it goes like that It's Cleveland (Cleveland) Its manditory to leave
comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like Tellin all biters to please stop tryin Let it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all
When I pop pop pop (pop, pop) That funk'll gon' blow you away Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all Wasteland
-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o?) Hello? (H-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o?) Hello? (H-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o?) Hello? (H-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o, h-e
nina All I wanna know que 'ta bueno cinga Don't be scared echate pa' ca What's the play dog homeboy goin' on Ni**as O.G. straight veterano Master the
