't you busa rhyme for me, boy I had a huge attitude, started off staticky Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (One more time) I'm not a commodity
(na, na) One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to heaven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to heaven One, two, three
cash, fuck job huntin Put on a face mask kid, I'm out to rob sum'in If you home or not, I put the chrome to your knot One shot to the side of your face
t scared of the motherfuckin' police Yo, yo, guns jammed up, I'm crammed up in my lab Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags One toilet, three
Yeah you stand the third house Right beside the one with the gate I'm gonna walk over there and knock on his door *knock* Nigga this is the heaven
police Y'all could sell all the drugs in the world Hang wit' all the thugs in the world Won't be the first hole that I dug in the world Taste dick when
(A+) A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes from the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums rotten shit, make the opposite team call time out knockin niggas three
god, I wonder can you save me? I'm workin out in this world that you made g Homicide rapes and robberies When it happens in my neighborhood police they
authentic bloodline, sent to earth to bust rhymes Similar to a machine gun See I fiend and seek funds Be chiefin' like it's the last one hit man Blast one
that no I wouldn't do that I'm not a fool to hurt myself but I would listen to what they done to me They were wrong they were wrong Give it to me one
no silence ever. The cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not
plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me; We do. We regret to inform you
you?re steppin' Deadly ground?s the home of all showdowns Come into my kingdom, sirens rattle eardrums It ain?t one on one no more, it's gun on gun
nigga take two puffs and pass Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass I back up three eighty and my stash for protection Family is raged the world
too loud, it's too rowdy, it's too violent Let's ban all rap music (Outlawz) Ban Tupac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz ban 'em [Verse One: Young Noble] Listen
baby Like the rose from a concrete Grown within' blessed with twins How the hell can Mama raise three men So we began a closest family Such insanity a happy home For one
'm gettin' stacks while you askin' people "Do you want fries with that? I rob bags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced The one police wouldn't dare
drugs, ya'll for sell baby 50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga [Verse 1] Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one