, its a fucking warzone With the thieves in the hood don't look good Never ever thought she could jump off like that now O.G.'s done backed down, you eased a step down
em And gasoline'in them with premium Light a cigarette flick at him And spit it at him Hold up a picture of his family And kick it at him Boxin
shit My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him
found a thug, I'm down with you Instead of filling him up with lead, with gun shots to the head She's at the bar she's getting him drunk, and he taking
in the nude Took three-hundred and sixty-five to get close to him Boast to him, roast, when I put the toast to him Dangerous, the most heinous crimes
have weighed a hundred pounds The moral of the story is that love is a wonderful thing But too much of it will sure get you down Why got Barlow down
one God and only one Step 2 is give him praises for this whole creation Step 3 is love your brother man 'cause you and him is one Step 4, is not to make
when good days deceive him And sometimes it?s gone and sometimes I believe him And sometimes I?m convinced that my friends think I?m crazy I get scared and call him
Jesus to the drum of war poundin We found him, now's the season, ain't no reason for doubt, shit If you ain't bout it, bout it, you're about to get drowned
3 4 5 Chill Will and Barry Bee make the crowd come alive And check out the science I'm about to droop because.... I'm like a lion From Mount Zion
I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?) and he's still pretty mad But, this time he brought someone else with him and
card deck before buying in So get ya money up, the new cat that be running rap was like a runner up Guess directions f-cked him up I'm four words that
one Step 2, Is give him praises for this whole creation Step 3, Is love your brother man cause you and him is one Step 4, Is not to make the same mistake
and dogma of rhymes to climb One of three peaks of Mount Hermon there in my lifetime The rhymes is 3 point 1 4 5 9 2 6 5 3 5 8 9 Same morning that the
Central L.A., home of the bodybag You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag I used to walk in stores and yell: "Lay down!" You flinch an inch - AK spray down
drunk off the Smirnoff Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the boss Handcuffed, to the turntables like, Wizard Theodore See it's pure, let iy rain curly ounces Bang him