bust somethin sweet Jump with a bang! Wake that dead ass sleep! When I die it's time to celebrate All love escape the hella hate, first thing ima do is
double time You in trouble time I'm a bubble mine [Verse 6] I'm titani and scandalous I do random hits Load up all my extra clips And lets go handle this
and still life is a bitch Losin' snitch like camey fake beggar Jim Baker I take you're life like the undertaker Flipmode money maker, make that kill for this
be ready for the body dippin' down to the earth Done seen so many niggas turn to dirt And the [unverified] that we play this game for keeps 'Cause this
we're trues wit weapons, double are steppin, Mo Thug militant soldiaz, sucka betta feel this bass, on tha real this fate, don't lease us in this clique
soldiaz live anotha day Hello hello, infantry. Hello hello, infantry Nigga can't fuck wit tha SCT's, you nigga can't fuck wit tha SCT's This clique too mothafuckin strong, this
you with BG Knocc Out Drop these bullets in a grill for the skill Motha Fuckas with double, meat is when it's on My fox cause to this, is a rock gets
these judgin' niggas no resistance I'm a hit you with a beam at a distance In a instance, this shit is gonna change, and I'm in this [F] Why we gotta
tha night my posse prepared to sneak up when im early up creepin nothin' is sleepin but silence and i got all me peeps wet got to hell tales wha we hail
hell his brain swelled It filled with liquid in october, trouble and on a bus to ac When I saw his grave, I had the cubans so I doubled him And affirmed
a mental bond shared Been through so many struggles only to persevere Remember when we hustled, knowing the 1st was near That's when that money doubled
Rap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates Collapse further states, my track preserve tha grave Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake i
like lightnin' 'Round there on the double play? I'd look over in the stands and Marilyn would see me And she'd smile and wave Hell, no, Coach Lombadi, this
there's hell below I think we all gonna go (Chorus) Verse 3 (Master P) Tell me is this heaven, is this hell I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral
to my eyes and said, "nigga Is it time for change, niggaz ain't livin in this dope game" So we jumped into this rap game And laid it down to
'm a southside rider can't fuck with no ratas, punk ass chavala "this is for the raza," you ain't got no palabra this one goes out to all my homies doing
trunk of your shit So nigga bump this and I bet you bump a bitch With the quickness cos I'm quick to kick some dope shit K-n-o-double c-o-u-t will always
but I be Foamed out And all she want is more bags, but all I want is more 1s I told her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's Cory