it's a mission i'mma take you on, word is bond, word is born Whatever you want, I got it [buckshot] There's a war goin on, inside my dome Sometimes when
We Do It Still Get To It Undisputed Who Would Of Knew It We Stay The Truest Suited And Booted They Aint Doin It Like We Do It Do It!! [Chorus x2] Its
facin' the court date My destination is the three Chorus: {yella boy} {2x} Verse three: {lil' ya} Layin' in my cut thinkin' of a deaf rhyme Got to make it
done So let me take ya on a fuckin' capper Hooked up with mag. slim we bout to make some paper Called my nigga tec, he must be with yella chillin' Writin' some rhymes, or bout to do
Ya, & Tec-9] Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun (WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN) Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun, It's plain
with fucked his whole grill Carlo, that slick nigga pulled a 22 They got some heat too, what the fuck we gonna do? Bust and hit the back door, now we
that you know, that real shit. It's only a certain way that that you can go up and doin' it Verse 1: [Xzibit] Xzibit keep it on deck Live, vinyl
Still here, take notes, let it float, c'mon Do the same thing that I'm doin' if ya pay attention I know You can see it Do it, and see it, and be nobody
do it for bread See they gon' come go with me Bustin' up heads and lettin' loose lead And what do yo rhyme even matter After you licked you ain't worth shit we
beings puttin it down like a mic or not replace the slot open up shop we 'bout to make it hot Stop with ya devilish doins because ya devilish doins will only bring forth ya
they mention Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers Hits fall, we thug niggaz and we
that man me, get it out Ask me, and I'll be gladly to let ya know what it is, the deal That's if you can handle it without turnin' playa hater Later,
have ya understand Who came running to the deck, said, "Boys, forget the whale We're goin' over yonder, cut the engines, change the sails" 'Haul on that bowline' we
pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up
caught ya Out tryna floss better live what he tought ya CHORUS We so hot We don't stop We take it to the river ya know we goin' down, down Cause we
like a virus, so feel it Feel it, just feel it Feel it, just feel it Feel it, just feel it Feel it, c'mon on y'all, feel it Just feel it, c'mon on
breeze of the rhyme makes you move and we get swift Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes 'Cuz you just forced it, the furious
with you? ) [king tee] Check it out ("keep on") boo-yaow! Ah one-two, yeah bust it bust it.. What the fuck is goin on man? Ah one-two, who