Swangin' [be bangin' and bringin' their business] [Dre'sta] Mic check, 1, 2, what you bustas wan' do or gon' do? Now that real rides are upon you. I warned you
the weed at? You see that, all red P hat Where Pac used to eat at Hoes in different area codes, better believe that Can you believe this where they killed
people to be able to understand Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying But it's what you saying that makes a person know about you Knowhatimsaying, you know the type of person you
go strong. (Big Moe) heeeeeaaaaa yeaaaaaaaah Im gonna bring young G in on this mic his name is Yungstar you know that he's rollin tight Im gonna bring
out [Lil' Flip] I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla You know how we do it, you aint gotta spend no dollars I'm puffin dro, bangin screw,
can fuck wit us? Better bring your mic game Mike Jordon, Mike Tyson, Big Mike mayne Big dough, big flow, big fight game Take you out the zone, put you
a little cash Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong Then hit the streets with a big ass bang
back like that, no Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you 'Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you You'se a bird you know that,
tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) You my
you right on up We gon' funk you right on up We gon' funk you boy Funk you right on up We gon' funk you right on up If you not ready, you better get
u mobs and crews Goodfellas down to da Mo' Thug dudes (We forgive you for you know not what you do) who's da killa? me or you? Seven A.M. woke in da
play the nice guy too, i'll smoke wit you but the realness, i ain't got no love for you thats why i never do a song with you not even if your babies
gotta get his grind on Come get introduced to my home, I grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap You keep your
' tactics are drastic Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic So, if you wanna see my pedigree You better be filled with energy, niggaz never gettin' me Big
love to bust those You think you can spit on the mike like Biggie And flow just as steady as I Shit is real you know you love him You ain't got ready
the routine, the cream Earing's, you know the drama Biggie bring For Big I learn to grip aim and cock it once I got it, I lock it Banger, big city boy
you Big come through with mobs and crews Good fellas down to the Mo Thugs dudes Who's the killa, me or you? We forgive you For you know not what you
i play the nice guy too, i'll smoke wit you but the realness, i ain't got no love for you thats why i never do a song with you not even if your babies