it's gettin' harder and harder to do this thang without slappin' somebody, man jackin' somebody, man twenty five lacerations to the man and put it back
all niggaz shit on E, what a pi-ty Ain't it a shame how your man chose me And you wanna know why, it's mad simple Even in the winter, still pull a baller
Sire Records not M.C.A. C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too slow Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the dough As the record revolves money's gettin' made A.S.C.A.P
the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter
the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams
a rap jack I'm takin' your kids' brains, you ain't gettin' 'em back With a move of perfection, my dissection Some call it lethal injection I'm gonna fill 'em with hard
? 38 hard brothers stood and stared at me There were only two words that I had to say P A Y, B A C K The car's loaded with a silence that could rape
C-A-T E-M-P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing The break of dawn Then keep on rockig it Can you tell me something
be at bangin Of the chain danling, y'all know that i'm form C.P [Hook] [Andre 3000] Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard Harder than a nigga
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you, hit 'em up like
Nigga E, C-P-T, the O.G. And I really don't think you wanna fuck with me Nigga walkin' half up with nine in hand I gives a mad fuck but they don't understand
you fuck with us It's a must we bust and if you stand wit us Nine times out of ten, son you might get bucked Yo, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin' nigga P
Holla a bay bay One eighty seven two eleven on my side of town E'erbody ridin 'round A bay bay f**k naw Rubberbands round cash im makin cake A bay bay
our R E S P E C T And never G I V E U P And keep your H E A D U P And never G I V E U P And keep your H E A D U P And never G I V E U P And keep your
Hotline Can I request a song? Sure "My baby" by Lil' Romeo You got that Oh Romeo give me a chance Too young I don't need a girlfriend Walk me home from
crowd scream Now my name hold weight like a triple beam Wu-Tang showed me How to get the C.R.E.A.M. I'm a microphone I'm a microphone fiend Whattup
When I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. James I got Brick City, even D.C. *** They all steal for me outta P.C. Riches I move like a pimp, but I'm