your guts like a hit to the ribs As you listen to that television fib to your kids When the fuel runs out - the fools rush in The end of the beginning
a rock there She smoked a rock with her mama cause the price was fair But remember this, little dopedealer man You better save some cash while you can Cause
the receiving end Of the gun I cursed you Everytime I climb You're getting fired One by one But taking one with me Cause she knows the true meaning Of
the cake We move this shit from Georgia Baby state to state Attemadate Niggas in the city Who've been moving weight Nobody loosing weight They fuck with us Cause
song that I spit flames on Broad shoulder body part they tattoo my name on Hey I think you muthafuckas got the game wrong I came to bring game to the game
So keep your, hand out your rectum 'cause you can't stop shit Don't rock shit, studio hustlers claimin' they got more keys than a locksmith What part of the game
ya kids Mortal kombat [Verse Two] Take you outta the game cause you a rookie makin mastakes you'll fumble the ball 4th quarter down seven infiltrated ya game workin for the state
, adored and idolized Check your stats, I'm all that, bottom line It's all there in black and white, read it and weep I'm the, perfect example of keepin it street Cause
up) Throw your hands in the air And wave them motherfuckers, like you just don't care (Hands up) Put your hands in the sky 2-11 nigga, your money or your life (Hands up) Throw your
the F and be flexin as hard as my erection Kid learn your lesson cuz what if I decide to start testin your joint - end the motherfuckin session [interlude
Isaac Hayes - overlapping RZA at the end] Don't like the game, nigga use your head You should be callin the shots instead The power is in your hands..
heater nigga need for them restless snakes Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody? The kind of nigga that's gone end
't nothin' funny Raise the risk, raise the profit And can't nobody stop it Unless your game's weak So player, don't sleep Gees take the game on the road
should invest now. Soccer moms need to organize a pep rall. Your game over bitch Gatorade, wet towel. Mother fuckers ain't ready, They never been. As long as I am in the game
your whole life and redesigned it I think I'm Marc Jacobs, I think I'm Lagerfeld I think without makeup, you still bad as hell I'ma grab your waist, then I'ma grab your
cause ya be makin' me nauseous Deeper than a ocean man, hitttin' you with this potion man Death runnin' up from the left Bang number one in this murder game