[Sheek] You in the circle line, what's wrong Ain't your yacht out yet Ain't you that Willie Benz pusher slash (?) Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly
Verse One: Sheek Luchion You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat Nigga
boo, it seem quite strange I get nice things, way out your price range Half these girls, don't even know my right name I'm fly rolie, mink made of coyote
Oh, but still not a dribble or drop In jail he was beaten, bullied and buggered And made to make license plates Water and bread was all he was fed But
man stay in your lane (Midwest Choppers) Find the witness to murderers monologue of a minute Come out of a sinister formidable place I can let you know the in's and the out
decorate the corner Better run for cover for it's too late What? You know we got it locked way out of state What? Now Baby Sham take the safety off
out, go back to the hideout Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out I'ma pull my surprise out Then my boys was flyin' out but two girls were
G thang baby So I'm a hit it in the back of my Mercedes We on dubs, it's all love, this shit crazy And Cash Money is the label that made me Jazzy take
, I got my foot in the door Still hustling for more Checking the game Now I'm back in the light Yeah, I'm fed up Hey, I'm fed up Hey, I'm fed up
baby momma bleeding Remind me of Keyshia getting shot down while she was feeding Her baby in the projects, I'm supposed to be proud of Compton I'm just glad me, Damare and Brandon made
Murderers, baby) Da Murderers (I'm here for you, baby) I.N.C. (I'll ryde for you, baby) Vita, Ja Rule I be runnin' and gunnin' them down (We Murderers, baby
shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed
lyrics that wake up spirits They told me how to make big hits and spend digits Can you dig it? You fed, you dead, see red My lead, yo head, I fed, like
2x's] Move bi**h, get out the way hoe Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe Move bi**h, get out the way hoe Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe [Lord Infamous
so I'm red eyed Nights on the Jedi, I'm Laying down flows, putting mics on bedtime Give me my set time, and I'ma go rep mine Bars on fed time, cars on
the Thugline, the Fed no man forgot I'ma continue to get money nigga I don't know 'bout you But I'm straight out of the bricks, mothafucker I thought
[Intro: Layzie] It's ya boy L-Burna, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony baby You know what it is Duece-double-oh-six baby, the struggle don't stop Ten toes to the ground
You dug me up A bag of flesh Holding my guts Cause I was dead Made a date at the cemetery Baby make me yours, unbury me Oh you scraped it away The thick