cheat vs. killers for cash Quick to stick your ass and flash this 3-80 and rainbow macs And now you thinking of bringin' that bull shit in this direction
be the last day you breath Nobody here rides for free You fuckin' with a real O.G I stick 'n move like a young Ali You can't hit what you can't see.... (
Xzibit intro: Yes yes. ahh ahh. bring it live Yo it's the x to the z from the likwit squad Hook: "one mc" "after" (x3) "on the
Yeah, I mean, M.A.D.E, no mob shit Money, Attitude, Direction, and Education Some real shit Think about my hood one time, my hood, it's trippin' Thinkin
South You know.. how I switch my flow If I'm lapsin you glad niggaz'll get mad then, hit the flo' Gotta bag me some dank so I, hit the sto' In the winter
Dare Devil sunglasses, spider man first week is what I'm tryna do when I hit the streets Cause my album Go HAM [Chorus] [XV - Verse 3] Yeah, year of
wit? Nigga who knows? Who I rhyme wit? Nigga two hoe's My girl got a girlfriend yeh I do the O's 28's on the wip verse Wen I hit the block I turn heads
More papers, law makers, all of us jaw breakers is on Vaticans in action in all ages All my teams armored, from all the way to bulletproof socks Hit
he's no item plz don't like em he dont wife em he one nights em n I value my friends opinions I don't wanna fight them but I'm really fe3ling that this
fuck it feel lock in hand set now Sever your style .. Divide and Parish Part ish...when my cart is bustin thru this... Wassup to Bizzare Kid Targets get hit
ya captains's soft Chorus: Eminem: We gon' bring it to anybody who want it you want it? you gon' get it Man when we gon' hit 'em chew 'em up and spit
and ya captains's soft Chorus: Eminem: We gon' bring it to anybody who want it you want it? you gon' get it Man when we gon' hit 'em chew 'em up and
, i just dont know the words so as i try to hum along people say that im disturbed stare and call me a loon, say im singin' out of tune but my musics got direction
mics A bizarre world, where Co Flow is the new pop sensation With heavy hot 97 rotation Call 'em as I smell 'em, the jooks that shook tell 'em 3-2-1
Well, I been trippin' for 10 hours on 3 hits of liquid microdot (I'm on acid, acid) Gettin' chased around the car by some midgets in the parking lot (
to close Niggas get fold like a letter, and shipped across coast Who goes, to go against my militant crime militia Like these street niggas sending missiles to hit
speaking over Chorus] You know! Not a soul baby! It's all for y'all now [Verse 2 - AZ] But it seems, y'all would rather See me hit than, see my rich
And preach to street bikers or convicts in ricers There never ain't no telling what we gonna do 'Cuz when you think we through, we come back hit you Wit another hit