knew a lot of hustlas, goin' O.T., comin' back with the new hip hop Like E-40 holding down the yay , N.W.A. in L.A. OutKast from the A-Town, way down
26's people dumb out If life's a crap game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out These rapper's think I'm ignent, love sayin' my name 'Cause maintainin' my
desert It's a shield for the ills that builds With this rampant nationalization; we're not dealin in humanism P.o.w.'s, m.i.a.'s unknown soldiers in unknown
up, nobody can hear me out there That's good, it's all fucked up now Y'all know it's all fucked up now right? What the fuck y'all gonna do now? What
necklace Give it to my soldiers like, 'Hold this' Fuck you nigga, you can never fool this But anyway To my bitches let's play One C P W come through
of the world like James Cagney Feel that agony People naggin me My ragedy life ain't worth livin sick of my aunt and uncle draggin me See me drink my life away Smokin tokin my life
, no time for rotation crap No sleep, always up with heat, never take no N-A-P I.P.P. - International Player Wherever you search there's no one greater
wit it, since tha World is a ghetto looks like I'm stuck wit it, Killa Cali is the state murder Everyday it's a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate
paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass
put out of my house I got to pack up, my refrigerator and couch it?s a set up, but the bank wants me out or the L.A.P.D. will smoke me out this suggestible
Never gave a fuck cause I was nobody's daughter Outlawin from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can
I told you before, my mother was a musician, my grandfather was a musician Your dad was into the ? street, so it?s all in your blood Yeah it?s music all
in your eyes M, N, O, P, I could go on all day Q, R, S, T, alphabetically speaking, you're okay U made my life complete V means you're very sweet W,
down the P to the E P A Come down Idolmakers in the house how ya know? Come down to the Record Lord Come down... [Wait a minute y'all wait a minute Let's get serious for a
(Who's at the door?) It's P.A. baby with the Don and the Mo' Now honor my flow, it's fifteen years in the makin' Now it's just sixteen beers in Jamaica
from her Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up I'ma find me some new pussy and buy a Four-Runner I walk with a limp, 'cause my nuts heavy
no doubt [Chorus (Kardinal)] Now my niggas up north, dirty cats down south Kardinal and Rah Digga will Flyin by emcees all the wrong bouts Circle and Flipmode will Talk a
workin with a new artist, he goes by the name of Papoose And for those of y'all that didn't finish school Check this out, it's all good I'ma run y'all