, die for me (Whomp, whomp) Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call on a G Prices cut when you ballin' on me Sleepy I'll fuck all over your jones
't get close to me if you're contaminated Take a picture of your soul and get it laminated Put them in your wallet next to your money Money represents your whole and soul represents your
jacks over six packs and yacks Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and lemos You was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still Said you wouldn't rest until
nothin, get your ki's up You boys stop bluffin, before you get beat up Take your car keys, throw your ass in the trunk Slide off with your bitch, L
and stompin' your feet And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat And the damn ya start doin' the freak I said damn, right outta your seat Then ya throw your
leery of conspiracy theories, but hear me. From a business perspective it makes more sense, clearly. Cuz more over, that's what we go to war over, and
your pocket, forty-dog in your hand Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man? L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I walk in the place I
't you know that Mo-MOTHER! Chorus: Don't you know that we can't stop the riot NO..because the war is not over until you can feel love, peace, and hear
we can't stop the violence, no Because the war is not over Until you can feel love, peace an' hear silence But I smell gunpowder My brother's been dead
one pendin' This here rapper split up your vest, cause the shit I'm packin' Dawg'll knock your heart out your chest Rappers suffer from cardiac arrest
you got your heart broke, life sucks, doesn't it? But you shouldn't fuck up someone else's life because of it Someone did your mother like that, that
stop when I put you in a headlock And apply pressure until I crush your mutha fuckin' noggin' I grab mics and push niggas to the left So fast their hearts
be a lesson to ya Yeah, it's Corleone y'all Yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all Big L y'all, Flamboyant baby, yeah Big L, Big L, yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all,
-U-Double-G-A-L-O We got a raw deal But I'ma be a J-U-Double-G-A-L-O J-U-Double-G-A-L-O
as it seems... L: At least yours was a female! A&R: And they had sex L: ("Mine was a huge purple guy") A&R: They had sex L: ("And he had this huge, long
And drown shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it Chest busts open, heart bursts and smokin YOU SEE THAT NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin) Maneuver manipulate brainwaves transform your
' real niggaz ya heard me? Baby, Slim, Fresh, Turk, Wayne, Juvi, Joe Cassi, K.C., Curl It don't even much stop man I got real niggaz all over man, look
your hands up If you in the back come on, throw your hands up If you in the front, you can throw your hands up If you on the side, you can throw your
