pimp gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead pres folder Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne Evil E, turn up the microphone So I can ill and break on
do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors that are not A&R's in the cheap office rappers that never got signed but they keep offers girls thats
be my detonator Love, gimme love, gimme love, I don't need it But I'll take what I want from your heart and I'll keep it In a bag, in a box , put an X on
Stop sitting down on your pride Just can't hide 400 years, 400 years, 400 years Same, same philosophyo 400 years, 400 years, 400 years What black people authorize
kiss Yes, right now on it always So shocking, never stopping Always keep the beat on popping Yes, right now on it always Play on Adidas You know you
arraignments, the subpoenas High profile gladiators in bloodthirsty arenas Enter the Dragon, black-robe crooked-balance Souls bought and sold and paroled for thirty talents Court reporter catch the surface on
beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why? Oh Lord, Father don't let him bury me, whoa I haunt MC's like Mephistopheles, bringin' swords of Damocles Secret Service keep
you all know, Layzie Bone came to rule. Whenever I'm rollin', keep on lookin' in your mirror, and ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a dumb muthafucka with
as you all know, Layzie Bone came to rule. Whenever I'm rollin', keep on lookin' in your mirror, and ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a dumb muthafucka
Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body seven on the stomach Skull on my chest, nine millimeter in my pocket Ready to buck on
face And put your casket on ice, now that's a cold case Never forget where you come or that block'll bang you I keep my ear to the streets like a cocker
Goodbye authority The ones that would think that you know it all Just want you on your knees Behind the classroom door Where seasons waste away They teach
, cop me a couple cars And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure I'm just merely an author, but
couple cars And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely
s go, forget Motel 6, we can go to the Mariott I see it in her eyes, man, a girl getting very hot I'm packing like a 357, so I keep Magnums Keep it real
ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call that If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya call fat I wasn't born on purpose, I was unpurposely born I'm the
and get your fucking cash on And if a nigga got some grip, get your gank on But if a nigga popping lip, get your bank on Don't ever go out like another