you cherish is close to me so don't testify Straight up hood nigga, made it rappin' Yeah, caught a break My life put down in words, homey That's some real
all types of shit I have your ass plugged up to all types of shit And I show you, dog, how your life can get And every thing all real fuck what you might
last proposition, I'm treatin' rap like crack If I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the competition Don't take it personal, gotta go to jail and if I come
, had no clothes Had no food, had no dough, had no hoes Shit was real thirsty back in them times Like Martin Lawrence a 'Real Thin Line' I ran across a few real
, with no shows Using no flows, just Arm 'n' Hammer and four O's Gimme low-do's and a connect, that Neva closed And watch me lock it down from North County
. What? nah hear what Im saying, Im a boss i run this place ad i ain't ever once seen your face. Cant you see that my car broke down, gangster for life
When I come thru there sweatin, like lee Evans and when I drop bars yeah the question beckons am I comin for that number1 slot or will I come second
hammers out, (where?) Pecknarm, black bandana town, Slap that banger round, Clap that faggot down. *Verse 2* The pain in my head says, That my life
Ohhhhh senorita when the evening sun go down I come to serenade you from another part, of town Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the
they don't want jackshit, them niggas fronted When it came down to stackin' mills and smackin' grills Them patty-cake niggas thought that they needed to chill When all the real
PA to PV, nigga Bun Beeda, DJ Premier Legends, in the, game You don't know? Now you know, bitch! Threw ya hoe-ass around, while real niggaz come down
lookin' like you just repped wrong You done slimmed down a bit, got caught with the hammer Steal banners, medical examiners, clocked live hammers For real
to freedom yo you ain't gonna need em your sentence is 25 years to life a ??? is your husband and wife trapped behind the steel the steel of the wheels don't come
like come on, come on motherfuckers Come on motherfuckers, come on Come on motherfuckers, come on Come on motherfuckers, come on Come on motherfuckers, come
last proposition, I'm treatin rap like crack If I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the competition Don't take it personal gotta go to jail and if I come
over "Joe" sample] Definition of a Don, "Jealous Ones Still Envy" - CRACK! Yeah, we sold 5 and we ridin, we still ridin Touched the down, and he's down
of the city You already know, Santana And when the king and the prince get together It's nothing but royalty, roll the mat out So we going to get down
come to [? ? ] pound West to the chest Is the best get-coast On the contrary I shots down your post You're gettin next to me, uh, too close Close down