out, its murder she wrote If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the boat Nigga, we do this everyday Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J
hov' 4 a minute get up in your hoe 4 a minute and u could be my hoe 4 a minute. Like I'm Diddy be J-Lo 4 a minute from the windows to the wall gettin
Verse 1: (Scarface) Ghetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain silent niggaz strapped with 45's and ain't smiling And I'm driving to a place
shit better than college, after that, students home at least after your bid, ain't no student loans to pay back, jack, ask what do you condone hit towns wit coke, a .45
O.J Read the paper, eggs and OJ Call CD head of the O'Jays That's a gypsy caps, risky all the chips we had 45 flee-flicker, we niggaz, hit the gas When
short like bushwick trick we be known at the slap ridas click we dont chase hoes an hate niggas that ride dick (Chorus) Verse 2: (MJG) w-w-w.m-j-g.
The Game:] In the criminal mindstate, I'm ridin' with' a California crime rate. Nigga's is dyin', gotta get that money. So I, load the clip in the .45
bangs with that mad ass Dogg Pound gang It's a DPG thang, Kurupt from the S.C You wanna test me, let's see if you'll survive .45 times Like a hollow
when he post up his '64 on three wheels Daddy ask me "what you wanna be when you grow up" a low rider with some colt 45 in my cup I was on my way to
Food and liquor stores rest on every corner From 45th and State to the last standin? hymn Nuhana J&J's, pale chicken, good finger lickin? While they sin
Rock rock y'all Spearheads comes alive On the eve of 2 triple O 11 45 No jive we be survivin' Singin' praises to jah Every time we throw down and every
, Wodie, wassup Set it off in this motherfucker 55 percent of these niggaz is fake The other 45 percent be handlin' they weight 55 percent of these women is hoes The other 45
around the wait You DJin, of course K-slate Your favorite day of the week, payday You fuckin wit me hold on, ay ay She my sister like Brandy and Ray-J
hard hitta yes I am And I dont really nigga give a damn About you and how you fuckin rock shit I put a 45 that make you bitches stop dead You wanna cock
didn't want to kill 'em But I filled 'em I ain't bullshittin' (DJ Paul) Bitches when we see ya we gonna get'cha We cockin' 45's to yo temple Let the
You scared hoe What what what You scared hoe What what what Kickin in the door I make Them bitches hit the floor For keys Bust in with that 45 make
pimp nigga (Vrroom Vrroom Vroom) Bring it to the floor muthafucka Don't get yo ass put into a muh fuckin piledriver like I said aaaaa [Juicy J
luxuries I gotta have it, black savage He's in the streets holdin' up traffic With the plastic, Desert Eagle .45 automatic My glass is, filled with J