Voglio cantare l'uso della forza Che nasce dalla comprensione La forza che contiene la distruzione Canto la morte che muore Per la vita di necessita
homies get on they feet for L.T., a G, throwin a gangsta a key So I can see all my homies ball in the U.P.T. [B.G.] Bat a bitch quick, that's the modo
My only fear of death is comin back, reincarnated This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P. And Big Kill, R.I.P. And all you other O.G.'s, who go down I don
genuis Teddy Pain on that thing, there is no need for a remix It's CiCi, T.P. we be T-H-E B-E-S-T I, R-I-P every M.C. on late that's OMG, I stop that
need for a remix It's CiCi, T.P. we be T-H-E B-E-S-T I, R-I-P every M.C. On their S-O-N-G I stop that beat so I can speak one more word of unique lines
say, there ain't no punks over here so follow me Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P Let me guide you through the smoke G If only I wasn?t travellin
, don't love your enemy [Chorus] Enemies, enemy runnin from the G enemies, enemy, you're my enemy enemies, enemy, when will I see? enemies, enemy R.I.P
: Come on Come on [ VERSE 1 ] Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on The I-c-e-T O.G. M.C. L.A.P.D. H-a-t-
: [scratched: "J.R. Writer"] [Intro:] Uhh, Grease, a fuckin animal man I belong in the zoo with the rest of 'em J.R. Writer, DipSet let's do it man,
bet that she would be A-R-G-U-I-N-G and please I'm not actin like this cause I'm getting spins on W-K-R-P in Cincinnati You think I'd get my voice so
combinated with rhymes Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P The promoter of the flyness, witness with iris Of this
my Foc's here Fly stand lonesome valiant Crump from the Playa Chance, Tony B and R-O-G, Playa C-H-U-C-K, Miss T-A-Y D-O-G Whom smoking Blunt and hay,
I.G. sample:] I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up [Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample
blunt, and dipped 3 times, We light the motherfuckers up and get tree high, And in the game I'm Manning-up like Eli, R.I.P.-B.I. [Chorus] [Verse 4:
: (The Kings G-Mix feat. Jay Z) [Intro: Snoop Dogg (Jay-Z) {Crowd Chanting}] G Mix!!!! For kings only!!!! BEEYOTCH!!!!! (Right about now!!!!! HEH HEH
lip I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer in D.C., fuckin with a breezy, easy See we see all we can see G.R. we can G, the Eastside family
told Daz we about to fry niggas like fries And seperate them by 5's, and light up the skies Crip that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick
so I ain't fuckin' with the iron I got bitches bringin' me money & ain't a godamn thing funny My homeboy Devil from the HCG and Young Side Trey R.I.P