together And get my feet on solid ground I used to get so mad about it, Moving on the wrong tracks I wanna get right back where I wanna be On the right
And get my feet on solid ground I used to get so mad about it, Moving on the wrong tracks I wanna get right back where I wanna be On the right side
my momma upset Nigga, leave my ho pussy wet I'm goin out with a fight, my chopper bullets eject I gets blowed and start Ready to unload at war No witnesses You cant get on
no sleep if you beef with me, I'll let you know I'm comin' nigga I ain't gotta creep, I'll be in all black with reeboks on my feet, Say what's up to Satan
into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals 'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam Dealers and thugs on my
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold I had the whole
and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate to this
my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold And had the whole crowd
I love [B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I'll
mo' Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street I stink like pop's feet, make sweat wit no heat Verse 2: [Timbaland] I'm up on this track, like
: Idle juvenile on the street, on the street Who is kicking everything with his feet, with his feet Fighting on the wrong side of the law, of the law
control I would never have worn such 'fear lenses' I would never have held on so tightly I would have kept my boundaries set My loving no?s, my unwavering
walkin half up with nine in hand I gives a mad fuck but they don't understand I wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up Now back to the mutha fuckin set, creepin
