caddie hoe The king dig-a-ling that is You cheap bragin' about the head I wanna see how mean that is [Chorus 1] [DJ Clue] Roc-A-Fella! Fresh out! My
give it up Crime life Yo, yo, when it's on it's on, writing's on the floor Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all Before he hit the floor, Bleek hit
on baby (what) cause I'm ready to start Take the locks of the cage cause I'm ready to bark and niggaz gonna know when it's on for the heart niggaz gonna
' the chips, uhh get open off the factory dips And he sportin' on the back of the whip That cat Un, like the Acelney whip Stack chips, twin match on his
to the whip Beanie Seigal desert eagle I love this thug shit (Chorus) X2 Yo what you really know what a thug about Locked up in the bing no grub about On
Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops (chorus) (Dj Clue) DJ Clue, Fabolous Fresh out York
on the barrel of a desert out in the desert No shade'll live in my square blow the present clue Red meat shallah want adapt to collect acting like you Killer on
blazin' Tomorrow never dies, we suicid missionaries (Come on cops) smokin' hats keeps my visions blurry My right hand nigga be my nickel nine on my ways
spicks Flashy cars, ghetto stars Moving stones and bricks It ain't over on the streets We got blocks to get So heads up, guns cock Don't get rocked to this DJ Clue
DJ Clue New Memphis Bleek Understand what this shit right here is about Understand what this shit right here is about From Marcy Understand me, yeah,
the reason, I'm so cold Niggas continuously rolling me beats to choke on Tryna get a smoke on High, 'cause I have to get it When you can never see me coming
when there's nuttin to do Nuttin new, niggas is comin for you Yeah, it's 1998, Nature somethin for Clue Chorus 2x *with Clue shoutouts* [DJ Clue] You
mine keep the torch lit excel while others forfit usin Clue to get to you gotta get it off kid DJ Clue: YAH YAH(echoing), DJ CLUE(echoing)
was over the killa walked off! CHORUS 2x Noreaga: A yo we thugged out, wit ILLWILL on some city shit keeping it real, while ya niggas on that pretty
evening witchu Let?s ride out, for one last time East end empire DJ Chef Let?s get it Chorus: So lay back in your seat, with your feet up on your couch
[DMX] Grrrrrrr From the dogz to the pups Drag-On baby, Ruff Ryders, come on [Drag-On] Drag On baby, uh Yo who them niggaz at the bar niggaz? On them
is gone You wake up, lived a dream You're not invincible No way success is on place one, not two Nothing else counts it seems to be true No clue
wanna change course They want the union of love Where's a heavenly place For the whole human race Without weapons and wars Every being on earth