s all good, my metal niggas, forever rebel niggas Never ever rebel, just only time telling niggas Wake up 'fore niggas eat you It's only matter of time
all good, my metal niggas, forever rebel niggas Never ever rebel, just only time telling niggas Wake up 'fore niggas eat you It's only matter of time,
: (feat. Butch Cassidy, Styles P) [Tupac:] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even
robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom
Igloos in Alaska when we blast ya A massacre creator, one time for data Darker than Vader...go anybody hot as the equator It's time to get down one time
streets did to me So picture me lettin these clowns nitpick at me Paint me like a pickany I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead Tell her please
they push me two steps back I give an inch they take a mile some try to cramp my style they try to diss they shoot they miss I walk off with a smile But time will
the slave ships I used to watch "C.H.I.P.S." now I load glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Versatile, my style switches like a faggot But
toss around New York it's time we flip it, where you from? Ladies, it's time we flip it, where you from? Now tell me who was the true thugs in videos
fakes gone {*beat scratches out*} WE SHOOTIN! Squeezin them triggers with Luda beside me Me and 'Kiss get Luniz of weed, set to Styles P. Tell him
D Fly believe in S-P-V Fly believe in M-2-3, and this for L-I-F and E Devilish fools make Satanic moves Breakin' golden rules Doin' what they choose will
a murderous block And they never {EDITED} for years, what? Cause if it 44 cells, I feel like its hell Been 22 niggas goin' off of the tear Time Magazine, P
You can holler at me I promise you pain I will chop your body in threes And you'll be sitting there stuttering P-p-probabably Follow me I got styles You
gone [beat scratches out] WE SHOOTIN! Squeezin them triggers with Luda beside me Me and 'Kiss get Luniz of weed, set to Styles P. Tell him hold his head
Reel It's about 40 degrees out there I know all you out there listenin to these sounds humpin and a bumpin out in your Jeeps Well, ahh.. you tell em
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
: [conversation continued from the end of Duck Seazon] "The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu Tang" "
