U-God)] We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out) [U-God] The sharp and expensive, blinding ya
Übersetzung: U-God. Hit 'em Up, Roll Out.
(U-God)] We hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (Then ride out, ride out, ride out, ride out) [U-God] The sharp and expensive, blinding ya
] When that window roll down and that AK come out You can squeeze your lil hand gun till you run out And you can run for your back up If them machine
drum, watch my foes run Nigga keeps comin when they can't slip Full of that shit, another hit from Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Yeah, fuck that God! Word up Blowin niggaz out
*** Out The Kitchen, When Ni**As Pay Ya Every Friday U Aint Got To Stick Em, At The Dice Game If Ace Roll A Six Its No Problem, But If You Roll A Ace
where they're standing here frozen up, hangin out in the coze, here all alone, tryin find our soul, before the mind is gone, tryin find that god and roll
it hit it spit it Get it crackin in this muthafucka right when we the illest Same muthafuckas got the fuck up outta Cleveland Nigga we came up but we
B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts] [ODB] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up
B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts] [ODB:] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn it up
just happens you know when I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga.. that tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em Check it out though.. aiyyo..
Sunday so country country cash out hony's drop 70 on my Hummer but that ain't bout nothing so country country cash out hony's so country country cash out
] What god damn King Rodney King, Martin Luther King and all the other god damn King's from Africa [JD] Look out motherfucker [gun shots] [Ice Cube] God
, I just wanna roll with you man, How can I be down? What's up? You say you wanna be down? Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down. Out my face, fool
warn em and drop it all on em Rap may collapse, when they attack and drop the bomb on em, blown to dust Either roll with us, or get crushed, in God we
ya windows pitch black [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] i let my chain hang low put dat thang up on my waist(waist) all dem hataz talkin' recklace tell em' say
Think So. Still Reppin West Side Till I Go. Cicero Roll All Way Back To Da Fo. When U Use To Post Up At The Green Sto. With My Niggaz Up On Da Block,
