Scared I Do Niggaz Like A Comic Book I Rip Em Up Tha Shreds Boy Who Im A Handle Ya Get You An Yo Manager Hit U In Yo Mouth And U Be Taught To Say What
m sorry yo baby momma don't like me. If you ain't sized up Please get tha fuck up. You be wastin all my time, I guess yo ass is outta luck Diamonds up
colder - than hear the ballad of a dead soldier [Chorus] [last line:] "close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier" [2Pac] Be a coward, put yo' hands
the suburbs, that's herbs Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day Who don't give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay Put your money on it, yo we
Poppa+ plays in background] [Cop] - Get off the god damn truck! [Obie Trice] - Fuck you, yo I ain't did shit [Cop] - Put your fucking hands in the air
Everlast) Yo, I've been rhyming since my daddy's dick first got wet Kicked a hole in the womb of my mother then I jet Back to the scene of the crime
Nigga wanna be so hard, just spendin nights (These Dungeon Ratz..) ain't like a dope charge, locked up like Tokhar You got some niggas in yo' backyard
sentence / but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but committed no crime, crime, crime And we
the one wrapped up straight through the trunk poppin motherfuckers real quick, you bitch and if you not on my side youse a trick R-A-Tree, go sell yo
[Cornbread] Maaaannn I keep my blunt true like I do my crime And once I, twist up this bloop, it's gone blow your mind Hold up, I can't choose because
pocket book and bust the bitch ass But yo that still ain't enough for me I need doe so I can live comfortably So I pulls enough stick up hold another vic up
made her a slob, uhh Vice [x6] It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there Just let me your wallet