life (Malice verse 2) R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G Word on the street girlfriend, he's stingy Yeah, rare like Da Vinci, collars to the ceiling I'm dreaming,
Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E Check this out nigga I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me I could gave a
hands And no darlin', I don't dance And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka I think I deserve a chance I'm a bad motherfucker Go on, ask some motherfuckers A
R to the e'zzy', M to the whizz I My arms stay breezy, the don's stay flizz I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty 'fizz I've And I just bought
, lemme' get the Y G's And we a be there in a minute Maybe chicken-head wit' it I'm in the authentic, get it boy Jersey G I B hat fitted Runnin' ten
been M-I-A Yea bitch I'm on columns now Leaders don't be followin' crowds General like Colin Powell War to me's a card game Beef is just a style of cow I'm
chest when you leanin n swirvin, bass in your back you feel it you heard it, hand on the wheel no need to be nervous, ride wit a G everything will be
Cleveland they said where you been When I'm unconditional with my loving And at the C L E V E L A N D And we get bucked on the block, block, block,
nigga You better be ready with your heat If you wanna know if I'm really a G Then get out your car and come see And I'm like a battering ram Knockin'
the rhythm, Like its a hellefied mission your a grown ass women, You dont need permission. You body is twisting, In your ear just listening. Wanna roll with a G
'm feelin' like what I deserve I didn't get But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up
a couple of rocks and a glock with the cops Can't nobody have the nuts to say our name They call me the Dummy Man I'm sell him a fat twenty piece and
Take my style, let me show you how I go wild Now you playin' with a fully grown man With a fully blown plan, with a fully loaded clip I'ma go up in
' Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna
neighborhood robbin' damn It's a man on the roof with a gun, better run It's your chance Runnin' through servin' a dum dum to you I'm a unique Bone
cry now when I'm ready to lie down Then I awake in a mental state somebody gotta die now I'll pap pap puttin' a clack back in a me gat Not never to mention
when you 're gone off of the sherm. You could give a fuck about a nigga flossin'. While you walkin', he on sixteen switches. Ain't that a bitch? But that