to war for a shit talkin' president [fuck fuck fuck a war] (bushwick bill) In vietnam a lot of niggas died young P.o.w.'s got hung What the fuck do
so deep like W-K-R-P in Cincinnati That's how much of a fuck I give You seen cribs? That's how the fuck I live As far as this? [Chorus x2]
, stuck, look Wont make much a difference, this is child's play L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s 40's, 50's
the middle of the winter, it's still 89 degrees We's die hard, pullin' job nigga's hall cards Best to check our records 'cos we's smack [Incomprehensible] I kill a
.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin' they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what y'all say From the world's most dangerous group N.W.A.,
yet It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) [Big Boss:] It all started with a tour of the B.C., to a
so many G's I'm from the Clark-a, pull up in the blade in New York-a Wetter than a snorkeler, that boy's just like a shark-a I be sniping on boys, straight
You know, the, those P.H.D. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot
with Benz or present with the Coupe-a Drive my lifestyle down, I'm between lines and my new slip 2003, M.O.P. nigga you see My fundamentals of a street
Baby (What up ma) It young 60 minutes A.k.a 1 hour (It's me) A.k.a s.k a.k. gunpowder (with the handguns) 50 bullets a.k.a one shower (one shower) I
's a witch and my Daddy's a hunchback and nobody could fuck wit' me I used to drive a hearse to school, G, with a stiff hangin' out the back Bitch, you
know, the, those P.H.D. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz
s the world according to me Pellewho record with a G Like Young Gotti from the D-D-P-P-G-G (Hook 2) (Hook 4) (Hook 3) (Hook 2) (Hook 2 w/ Hook 1 mixed
, cut, stuck, look Wont make much a difference, this is child's play L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s 40's, 50's
The end situation could leave your ass dry That's why you got to walk on by, walk on by Walk on by, walk on by, walk on by... Verse Three: Havoc My man P
CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on {Master P} Whassup pimpin? It's P
a fine ass bitch, a down ass bitch A money getting bitch, I love that shit Cause she danced in the club, and yes she gon call If you got a little money