you ain't crazy Bottomline that scarface shit don't amaze me Enemies fold like cloves when I project my flows U.F.O.'s get wet the fuck up like H20 You
I ever be Y'all remember me from the what Reveille Ex girl Beverly, A-B-C-D E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S-T, U to the V Man that's the end, S-P to the
five for a half of o-z my science project was in the school arena 'cause I made a bomb out this old steam cleana come on [Chorus: South Park Mexican] [Verse 2
m waisting time. You know i ain't funna do you wrong thats why im saying chill. With me you always know the deal. Girl i always keep it real. [C H O
6:30 after roll call, I bounced out of jail Got my niggas all, took my blanket and I bail Called the street from H-O-T, central lock up by when I'm
like to floss, nigga It ain't no secret: I'm the number-one stuntman You come at me wrong, you'll be in the trunk, man I'm a O.G. shot caller - Big Tymer
the H to the Z-N-O the C-K be the way The Choclair slays MCs is everyday Don't fuck with the man...'sup now? What Hook X2 Fresh for you... Yeah Circle
book, shit will never be closed Like a spell on the industry, and no one got the code But Al G.A.D.O and S.H.O we the mainstream where Ever we go y'all
hundred bottles of beer, oh, oh, O.G, T.U.G. Y'all know how we get down, M.H. Smell like a party to me T Scott on the track, this how we get down O,
ma Head Buster, Tru Hustler, a real nigga and Believe I'd never get caught without my steel nigga You want beef with me, I'ma do ya somethin' wrong I'
game nigga I'ma die for mine I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I gotta do Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa
let the po 4 (2X) and I'ma bout to sip mo than moe-yo It's Big Moe drank baby I done came down (2X) up out H-Town (2X) and you know throwed a G The
on vinyl Because this chapter is final (1-2-3-4 Hit it) (You are about to witness...) [ VERSE 4: MC Eiht ] In effect mode, you took the wrong road
All right, this one goes out To all our friends in New York H2O, The Slackers, Stubborn All- Stars Most respect, hey Tim, take it away my man Well, I
' gone But your all wrong, all we do is fly We show floating on, still strollin' on, keep it strokin' on From the home of the C-H-I-C-A-G-O Do or Die
O-P-H-E-T Posse] [in background: DJ Paul: who we be] arresting you niggas I got head on yall holler that I'm dead wrong shoot out before I make it some
'm good to flow Toe to toe, blow to blow, without h2o Ayo, you want to battle? I'm good to g-o Get off the bandwagon (repeat 2x) [erick sermon] This
was sweat the riches strip the source till it's bare that's when the forces interfere and let you know that it's wrong we compare to bitch niggas like