Ron From Tuscon, pushed the black Yukon Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley Stupid as a young 'un, chose not the moves wisely Sharper with game
Chicks bobby sox today be botox Now that hip hops the new so called rock Parents dressin the outside Of their kids An what they wear Instead of stressin the inside Way
continent So I can escape the government Flee my residence, settle in I'm militant minded, brilliant rhyme whiz The time is now for me to shine, kids
Thugs and G's is lettin these people pimp them Now who would have thought that it would be the same In the rap game like my old game My crowd , it is
got it comin' ta me Talk stupid to a nigga when you run it ta me If you don't want your grill, you don't want to live You don't want your kids, you don
live that's what makes me nigga And that's just the way it is nigga Killer, Prease, Vacant Lot, Diplomat Killer, family nigga, yo, Killer, yo, yo, yo Where I'm from kids
, make it straight to the mountain top Had the Chi' on lock, when they finally heard our sound with Roc Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything
{talking} Motherfuckers I got kids, I don't them listenin' to that bullshit Fuck the niggers! motherfuckers need to stop How can you call yourself a nigga
now An' get 'em with Juvenile, feed pitbull puppies Bologna in the projects, you wanna die next? Nah, he wanna live an' he loves his kids We got this rap game
your neighborhood But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor's good Little kids jumpin' on me But you, you wanna be white and corny Living way out "
Not everybody lives, but everybody dies So while a nigga here, I?m shooting for the sky Landing on the moon, walking on the sun Taking over the game,
let my little homies Ride on yah Bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls
I'm one shot thru the heart like Cupid Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not stupid its 99 im killings you women and kids fuck scar-face watch me
:15 on my rolex watch And I cant do the time that my rolex got And like the hands on the clock, I went this way, thatta way Ran around the corner, and
straws Northern State, we writin' the laws I'm tired of all the 'what's it all' voices For the lovin' of the game and I am livin' the dream I flow so stupid
new place to sell me crack Now I got little white kids to jack I stopped wearin' blue, wasn't trippin' on red Too busy squabbin' with the skinheads Stupid
deeply done Seen too many real niggas ballin let these bitch niggas beat me Black, yous a mothafuckin punk and you'll see me with gloves quit scarin them fuckin kids
, and that was the last one I had Does this look like an arcade? Tryna play games? See this saw blade? See the silhouette of a stalker in your walk-way