come bring it right here Can't clown me Don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me (K.C.) [J.L.] Check it, I'm ahead of 'em, chop
I feel you love me now, I feel you love me now You make my LOVE come down! You make my LOVE come down! I feel you love me now, I feel you love me now (
Platinum certified, nigga that's a mill' plus Play both sides of the fence cause the Crips feel cuz' See me ridin with Nate, nigga it's still Blood You can C
C Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggaz in Timbs I done seen Young Buck scuff Air Force One's In Cashville, but Compton is Where it's just me
for war When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor When them guns goes off, and them sirens roar Better get that money, and be out the door [W.C.]
t settle for less Sheeit, I must be blessed, now check it out [W.C. and Coolio] Get on up on that funk And maybe you'll feel better (repeat 2X) [W.C.]
[W.C.] Uh, dat's riir, niir! Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my clique: Young Shane, wit Young Hogs
really on the dicks Look into my album, kid, you'll see all the flicks But no! You'd rather feel my movie just to cold me So I was boning mama and your mother fucking told me
She got close, threw me the signal like a third base coach [S] Yo Whateva what's the deal? [W] Yo ain't no time to speak [S] Where you at? [W] What
' live, from Brooklyn, New York City Yeah, turn this shit up It's Quality music, you know how we use it Feel the rush Feel the rush Feel the rush Feel
got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE Raise your hands in the air if you feel like me [Mos Def w/ group
) Go independent go independent Go independent H(dot)N(dot)I(dot)C Why box me, I'll poke ya eyes out like Houston then slide out like boosting Me and
up, but gurl yo' pussy the sheeeeit! [Chorus w/ Songz ad-libs] [Trey Songz - Outro] Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me S-O, N-G, Z Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me
Dukes of Rhythm: N. Perrilliat & M. Crusto- tenors C. Blouin - baritone, W. Bell - alto, W. Joseph Sr. W. Bokes & W. Eugene - trmbs. C. Kerr & E.
My click of guerrilla's they got they G-Unit's on All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin' C'mon n' take it outside, let me see somethin' W-w
Fame for warnin' me 'cause I'm warnin' you I got the mac Biggie tell me what you gonna do? Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper Damn, why they wanna stick me
it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me
me see a niggaz nuts hang (Nutz hang, nutz hang) World wide mob figga, let me see a niggaz nuts hang (Nutz hang, nutz hang) World wide mob figga, let me