it won't any good, now Bang, bang Caution to loss in me brain, get 'em up off the 'caine Bang, kill a nigga Bang, peel a trigger Bang, comin' up out
Mama's just lookin' for love Marijuana, weedman, little thug We don't call him Steven Breathin' in the garden of Eden Eve was corrupted body combusted
bang hamma's, where I got 'em You can spot them on da top in da bottom Gotta bill in my mouth like I'm Hillary Rodham I ain't dissin' no body but let
house of mirrors Not quite the image, I'm on that Popeye spinach Mama mai-tai sippin, she loves a square n-gga But now she trying something different Windy City
swang My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang I turn up the
them prosecutors, hustler conisuer It's We the Best forever Make sure you spread the rumor bitch [Verse 9 - Fat Joe] Good coke, hard rock, stashed in the body
Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin
that keep you warm You're tensed up niggas get wrenched up on a rock Mix a whiplash bodies are gettin' smashed So let the volcano blow and erupt destruction
re paper chasin', leavin' trails of shell cases Adjacent to the part of your body where the blood's wasted And the life taken, Chicago ain't a city, it
pinched up Bodies balled in a knot Bullet holes in the wall from a glock Searchin' for the one who called in the shots Hypes crawlin' for rocks Goin
know the hands I like to kill But if you can hit me with the bangs Little cheap for shit, let's strike the deal Got my psychos in the city rolling with
time, ya know My hood, my city, my side Whatever you wanna call it, nigga, I ride My town, my color, my block Whatever you wanna call it, nigga, I rock
Chorus] My hood, my city, my side Whatever you wanna call it nigga, I ride My town, my color, my block Whatever you wanna call it nigga, I rock My
Let's go, let's go, haa, i told them Shoutout to Bun B, yeah Verse 1 Yeah, straight up D-Boy, 17th Ward Miss Katrina turned my city to a seesaw I keep
say" Let me prove it to you, deliver the music to you Raw and uncut bake, I'm not puttin any on it Back, I put the city on it East coast, head on my
that will never fade The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to rock A sure shot, body rockin' A
(intro) Geah Hoo-bangin in the house c'mon Geah Eihthype in the house c'mon Geah And I'm representin Real compton city g's on this one My nigga [? ? ]
Producers rock your knot Baby ain't got back, baby got black That's why you see The black baby and you respect that Checka check it out, on and on and on, rock