home, My momma's going to get me, and I flee with (? ? ? ). She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb, We stop and frosty freeze for a couple
like what I see) This go out to erybody man, a little station identification And we call this one for all y'all, who be going to buy... Chorus: The
ringing my bell, ding song It's about two in the morning Hey yo G, what the Hell's going on? It's just another case of that old P.T.A. But never the
enough for a Royce But I ain't believe until we bought a couple of them hoes When you was style you gotta watch what you do 'Cause niggaz look for the
there Yo, watch me bang the headpiece there's no survival My flow lights up the block like a homicidal Murder, underground beef for the burger P L O
we moving on go, got pounds and pounds of dro Big Tuck and Fat through the do', a team that scramble for do' For checks we scramble for eight, watch out for
like a f-cking garage, yeah this hood sh-t you and Drake ain't built for this the sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for I'm still counting what
Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson, Kobe Bryant, Jay-Z, Mystikal P. Diddy, Allen Iverson, Snoop Dogg, DMX Styles P
in many different ways We rhyme like this is the last fucking days Of course we've got El-P, DJ Mr. Len And the one and only Jus's style is infinite
kills you People are going to respect me if it kills you You people are gonna respect me if it kills you You people are gonna respect me if it kills
at 6 cause at 5 you learned Don't take nothin for granted except death Man of the house cause you the last nigga left see how it's going dizzy with the
I yelled "baby did you do..." She said no p, cause I'm not a swinger I couldn't buy that as I smelled my forefinger I was playing myself plus my style
going to kill shit Shut the fuck up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill rappers And I be wit real crips, real
for the C.P.T. Did it for New York, did it for Chi-town Ran through hip-hop, and made these nigga's lie down I'm going away for awhile, call it a
kill me for real, P-Fo real we Live a Hell of a life-style but we still creep Got a couple niggas go, but we still deep Now I got a movie for y'all
jazz bout to spaz can you keep up I'm just feeling sorry for whoever got to sweep up yeah bills everywhere, trill everything and Drake just stand for Do Right And Kill
enough for a royce but I ain't believe until we bought a couple of them hoes When you was style you gotta watch what you do Cause niggaz look for the
up on they ass like punk bitches in ditches The gangsterism resulting in murderism Bailing up in your hooptie at the gas station You facing the killer for real-a punk ass nigga where the scrilla Jacking you for