to make your motherfucking brains hang Try to diss this, then you'll enlist for the stiffs Snatch your bitch up at Crystal and then I fuck her with a pistol
Frank, her grill was rough Who woulda ever think she'd rather do us up But that's the business, back to the sitch on these Puerto Rican kids with pistols
kids in Ranges, to leave them niggas brainless All they tote is stainless, you just remain as Calm as possible, make the deal go through If not, here's 12
, her grill was rough Who woulda ever think she'd rather do us up But that's the business, back to the sitch on these Puerto Rican kids with pistols
Scarface Now I'm in the far place chillin' in the whites of the sky Terror Squad till the day I die I'ma thug, I'ma die high O.D. off the la-la Niggas
Maybach music I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a 45 If I'd die today, remember me like John Lennon Bury the Louis, I'm talkin
all numb, make baby girl come Outta her shell and raise hell We gon' party 'til the cops come I see double, I see triple, might be trouble, might see pistols
And they all cost bro, triple your house, d*** Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi', call me anythin' but broke All I need is V12 n*** I can cook coke I'm
24's on my Beamer You never know when I slide up Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I ride up Hundred deep in that K.O.D. King of diamonds that's me
I keep me a steak or a pistol, a grip four 5th 'Cause I'd rather be judged by 12 then to be carried by 6 Don't wanna be carried by 6, I'd rather be judged
you my fuckin name A hundred times man Nigga call me mystikal then fuck Whicch why I did it? Why, nigga what The nigga would of did me You'd rather the
shit But I was just a younger nigga; gettin older and lovin this shit But what was I doin in this place? To the fakes without a pistol in the first,
Krayzie You to betta be thangs, yo brain, put'em in ah coffin, and that's where they lay, nigga wanna roll, tha Bone'd get chrome, (put'em in and rip
that nigga claim to be Thugs speakin of poppin' my pistol bangin out brains i'm leavin' the niggas Short 'cause i'd rather be judged by 12 than carried
sin I got two sides and they're both friends Don't try to clock 'em, they're much too fast If you try to stop 'em they kick that ass Without a pistol
Ross] 24's on my Beamer You never know when I slide up Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I ride up Hundred deep in that K.O.D. King of diamonds that's
off jus' left alone And I ain't even tryna go there wit record sales I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself Say what up, keep steppin, and just rep D-12
1 [Bizarre]: Proof died, what happened? Marshall stopped rappin' I guess that makes me the captain, hit the matress, pistol packin' sick assassin, bitch to gassin', get to mashin' D-12