and fetch ya, Shoot it and catch ya, shit, pap, Stay packin that gat in yo lap away So if ya can't roll strapped Now how about that Dat pistol go tap
Two] Grown man I put hands on you I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you Lay out blueprint plans on you We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap
savers fate baits police states Increasing release rates complicating everything But honestly, faking philosophies talk to me, never think Play level
that pistol and fetch ya Shoot it and catch ya, shit, pap Stay packin' that gat in yo lap away So if ya can't roll strapped Now how about that Dat pistol go tap
[Styles P:] Dark forces, get on the level Cause you might see an iced out cross on the Devil Illuminati and Masons, what are we facing? See you at the
5] Im in the club hollerin' [The Game:] You can find me in tha a bay bay Buckin full of cry-stale V.I.Ped up Goin hard in body tap where they throw that
You live out where the street ends In a basement apt. With one of your friends And the tap drips all night Water torture in the sink The furnace is burning
The name fits 'cause your all up on it Get mad if you want, I won't front When it's time to hump, won't be no punk Roll your ass over and tap the butt
bill But five double zero on the real, feel I'm on the level, stair mellow No criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed during a high speed But still don't tap
bill but five double zero on the real feel I'm on the level, stayin' mellow, no criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed durin' a high speed but still don't tap
return before tables get turned It's my turn, spur of the moment They re-produce my sperm and try to clone it, stand firm Bumping The Firm, Phone Tap
So when they bounce out of speakers they stick to you The way that I communicate is non-typical But high level like a 3-D visual I hold the mic extensive, exhibit level
, so send the hoes to another Nigga, you feel me, it's 2K1 bitch, forever Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't going nowhere Still chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap