?m not Busta Rhymes No disrespect but I?m smooth as a Jazz artist But live as the Roots Homey I?m beyond the hottest I?m not a star, I?m the sun, not
puff that What's that? People gon' die tonight Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane They put me in a ward
Boys niggas, oh dem boys at war yeah dem boys at war, I say dem boys at war I say dem 3rd ward niggas, man dem boys at war I say dem boys at war, I say
'm pro Black Think I'm a foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner I'm sure he would have gone before
when you come to M.I. I'm gon hold you down, you know it's Freddy P Te hit man of the band, y'all know how I'm doing it now, shit I'm in and out them
though Nigga died 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe Its the sign of the times man By second thank God that I'm alive man Peace to my dead g's Fell short
, New Pop. How are you, sir? [Tim Chandler]I'm good, how are you? [mc chris]I'm great, sir. And you? [Tim Chandler]Ha...ha...I'm good. Listen, have a
to the tendon High pressure, if you don't break your ass bendin' I'm way past endin' in my series of warnin' You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead
bitches is what I live for until I caught a fuckin' bullet in the back, bra they thought I was dead but I'm still in it I'm back to life back on top
Even lately gotta watch his back 'cause he stacks 'Cause them niggas be trippin' on gats Where I'm at, strapped with a infrared pump I'm not Kris Kross
me, I-I-I'm on fire C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire I-I-I'm on fire, I-I-I'm on fire C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire C-c-call
's that bastard I'm that nigga, I'm that the nigga I'm that nigga, I'm that the nigga I'm that nigga, I'm that the nigga I'm that nigga, I'm that the
You got nothin to lose, it just might help you out a bit Shit, I doubt it You're better off dead, goin head to head with a nigga like M-I-K-E Your best
man a young nigga havin thangs A thug like Tupac went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks From the ghetto to the lakes (to the lakes 3rd ward
on the wall And then think I wasn't gonna react, scratch that Man you cant call my mom like can I crash at your spot, whaddup When I'm her son and you
Witches in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe And it's sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd ward 9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th ward All my homies be dyin
what I'm sayin? (oh, gots to have that there) Bro, ghetto got me crazy (I feed them children) Dead, I'm on the run (huh, bro? ) nut I gotta gun Man, me and dead
, niggaz runnin' my name Master P up in chain, is he dead he's a man But I be bustin', hustlin', niggaz ain't trustin' I'm a soldier, that's why niggaz