I'm eva down bad, it's a bandana on my face I'll stomp bitch, I don't give a damn 'bout a case (Fuck!) [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lil Scrappy] Yo.. (Aye..)
, you know niggas be stun'n, round If a nigga don't play ya nigga, go lay your ass down Like a man, bruh - you know how it be goin' down Nigga be straight
't even real, man you acting like a little sucker beliving in some old Santa Claus shit Man, SANTA for life fool *have you been a good boy this year
motherfuckin' night man!) But man the pussy was good (Was gooder than a motherfucker, I ain't gon' front) But shorty's fuckin' up my life C'mon ma, give me a break A
kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it Cause it's different from
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.. [Kane] Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it
can't hang, niggaz can't hang Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang.. [Kane] Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it? [Notorious
strip, all my troops listen while I talk This what I tell em, "Take these yams lil man break it down, get back, see a couple grams" And don't talk to
D (titties) My thugs throw it up if you a G off in yo (city) Fuck a nigga (try to rob me) had to get a bust a (missi) {Wait a minute Mothafuclka} Then
that a player get a minute or two So I cherish every second with a girl like you Ain't nothing like a home girl down for the ride Nothing like a home girl down
!" [DMX] Uhh, yo yo Yo, not this shit again Dog gon' be a dog, y'knahmean? Motherfuckin dog! Don't GET a dog, you can't take care of a dog Gotta take
where you set it at WHOA! Your flow ain't WHOA! Your crew ain't WHOA! Your ice ain't WHOA! Your Benz ain't WHOA! Black Rob, M.A.F.I.A., smoke 'dro Get
x2] [Lil' Rob:] That's right It's ya homeboy Ese Lil' Rob (Lil' Rob) Doce diez y ocho (That's right, Twelve Eighteen) Shoutouts to all my fans, man,
out Hey girl you got a pretty mouth Tease me a bit, lick your lips, suck your fingertips [Chorus 2X: Lil Rob] Let's get N-A-S-T-Y Get ready for a nasty
[Intro:] Ese Lil Rob We go through them hard times man Jus gotta keep our heads up Keep on walkin [Chorus:] These Cortez Shoes no all the hard times
you think I meant hey let me think of it can't think of it can't think of shit fuck it hey Lil Rob could rap like fuckin "A" how did I learn to bust
town Neighborhood music giving back neighborhood music Neighborhood music Lil Rob puts it down for the brownside of town [Lil Rob] I write rhymes it
Fools are ridiculous just don't know when to quit Can't spit like I can spit straight up immaculate Talented handle it Simon ey I'm a man that did Feel