a nigga to die, I'm a gangsta No mo' petty rock hustlin', I'm in for the run And I'm fo'sho I'm gone' be murdered for this shit that I done But I'm
they notice us L.A., what's the business? Vegas, what's the business? D.C., what's the business? Chi town, what's the business? I'm from a place called
' in the mix where it ain't safe at I'm on some foolishness shit with these rugers and shit I'm on some run in your house, bitch, you move and get hit
on I'm the portrait of a hustler and once again it's on I still got money buried in my backyard I'm bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don My shit's
(C'mon) All my niggas will die over dope money (Let's go) Bust your nine niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon) We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and hide
, we back, we got our focus up St. Lunatics, nigga know that, know that Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds Start readin' some things, we got it, holla at us, c
) I roll with soldiers, quick to run pass and snuff you Regulate the streets of BK with brass knuckles At last stuck you, and your so called team Them so called
with dime figures, telekinesis in my mind Make my diamonds shine then I blind, niggas Pussy punk perpetrators and playa haters They can't fade us 'cause
everything up, 'specially the ones who be hatin' They lovin' everything until I got 'em stutterin' stupid You hear 'em now? "D-d-d-d-don't do-do-do-do
afraid to bust I have no fear, afraid of what And in five years I'm comin' up Fools talk real loud but don't run up When we come through they'd run it
Eightball Left by the wayside, run but you can't hide (yeah) Call it foolish, but I got the funky ride Now hear what I'm sayin (yup) You might think I'm
as hell to look at my guest or roll I'm swoll, a boss with a perm and a frown They say chicks don't run for witness partic a clown I'm tryin to stay strong
quit tryin' ta play the wall like you pawlin' Get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin' They call me the Stephon Marbury of rap, darlin' 'Cuz as soon as they
for life like Osirus and Isis Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm (Tougher Than Leather-face) Never threw a gun in the trash but they call me Weapon Waist It
(D-Elite.. state your naaaame, gangsta!) [Tre' Little] C'mon, Tre' Little don status, hold my dick I came in this game like it's more than rap (c'mon
that there's no reward They say they already home It's really clear they abroad They sound like they boxed in It's not just where they record There'
fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us Who you say was dope again? Ay ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us [Crooked I] I'm the present
.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za
