You're so dead to me Another broken promise and our love ends tragically May I suggest your lock your doors and hide the key somewhere deep inside your
: You're so dead to me Another broken promise and our love ends tragically May I suggest your lock your doors and hide the key somewhere deep inside
I charter my own Propellers, good fellas leave all them playa haters jealous Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus? Because release day
realest nigga that do this Got a crew of real spitters That'll murder this new shit I encourage the ladies stay away From the techno papa today That shit is gay The good old years
little nigga wanna take it for the pay baby girl dug how nigga feel the day thugging in public while my thugging in public while my broads say they love it couple of years
may come and some time You'll get pulled over by one time And when in 1999 rewinds did'n even make any strides Murder all around the whole world is nausiating
[Bizzy Bone] Raising, hustlas, thieves and prostitutes Young homie, think before you shoot, murderer........ Where will our children go When there's no
watch out for them thugsta thugsta niggas Sneakin' up on you, I told you it's comin' Armageddon (It's comin Armageddon) New world order (New world order
I got the new face tape I'm about to Pop in the deck for you niggaz Turn up your radios You're down and out, money funny, you hustle and die On the verge
spot, I ain't got no hair on my tongues 'Cause where I'm from, we don't only talk the talk We walk the walk, B-X, baby, New York, New York Never jump
the Mobil Ant Banks came through Ridin' in a brand new Benz A nigga like that might have a few ends No shit, bitch, stupid hoe You spent your last 10 years
New York is the enemy man look what they did to Kennedy why, why, why me, why me, why do thugs die playa Chours Verse 3 Numskull: 1, 2, 3 years
the bed, I got a camera, I'll take picture and show that little girl you like, Sarah!!! Oh and one more thing, there's been several masked murderers spotted
it A muthafuckin' gun Who's the man with the strap in his hand Homie's stolen semi-autos and contrabands All day every day, crossin' my hood in day
singers I keep hoes lickin' they fingers Bring this competition and face this meanin' Got your whole crew doing subpeonas Hell nah you ain't seen a crew genius Murder
, I pop my junk The noise that we made is blue, in color sound Those who play my crew couldn't walk the new found I chalk the new sound, I bop like Teddy
lil change But I can't flip the script wanna get rich, I gotta remain the same I had visions of us balling together, pulling up at the Past at New Orleans Together, everyday all day
