E.D.I. and Young Noble of the Outlawz pac talking: "i wanted to bring back that reality, but nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson
Keep the complaints comin' nigga [Verse 2: Paul Cain] Yo a hustles a hustle from ghetto to ghetto In a 4.6 Range Rov Canarie Yellow and metal Muzzle
i remember the doors, i remember live aid and i remember every year jerry lewis god paid i remember shit live back when nobody missed it like mike first
ve seen the Germs And I've jammed with G.G. too Even opened up for the Ramones But it just ain't any use She don't care that I know Ben Weasel and Metal Mike
the Germs And I've jammed with G.G. too Even opened up for the Ramones But it just ain't any use She don't care that I know Ben Weasel and Metal Mike
Still we behind the wheel with heat on us, hangin' with predicates Position we placed in caves in, so they got us caged in Ways spinnin' like Mike Bivens
a black creampie in a whitey, make it light gray [Hook] [Verse 3: Mike G] Gravis black box, gray Hundreds sox Everythin' new, so my whole team rock like Metallica Gun metal
straight to the point, the gun's Waka Flocka Rhymes is electric Fire bolts! It'll make your voice crack like Whitney hittin' high notes I got a metal
fotte il mio culetto Per i troppi personal mi viene da chiedermi Dov'e l'amore che ho per le mie cose tipo Mr. Mike Io tiro piu soldi in un giorno che
me on the scene huntin' for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treatin' on Halloween mashed down in the fatigues servin' the fiends kill or be killed metal
Kraftpakete, wo sind all' die Gangster hin? Du horst es raus dass ich auf diesem Track wie 'n Lowe kling' Al'Massiva, Aerosmith, Heavy Metal, King of
swing hard liquor Goin' down by the second round All for the underground Hideout sound Xzibit mackin' down for my conflict Fuck the nonsense, terrorist Hit a bomb shit Blast with metal
huntin' for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treatin' on Halloween mashed down in the fatigues servin' the fiends kill or be killed metal pipes under
a monster with these rhymes I write Goatee metal rap, please say goodnight And here's a little something that you might not like My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike
I swing hard liquor Goin down by the second round, all hail the underground How dat sound? Xzibit backin down from a conflict Fuck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit Glass and metal
that was all good tho, cuz uh, The year after that I had, I had some, some no name shits, Some all black shits, haha Them shits had metal, metal shoelace
, you know I try I try, I try I try, you know I try [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Yo, it's all ghetto in gear higher, the floor settle More metal for beef that
Goin' straight to the point, the gun's Waka Flocka Rhymes is electric Fire bolts! It'll make your voice crack like Whitney hittin' high notes I got a metal
