[incomprehensible], c'mon (From hard times) At the after party we can get naughty, watching your body (To good times) Get this shit started, coke and Bacardi, [incomprehensible] juice and gin And
who wanna die the same time as me and make ends meet Now was I, blessed with a gift, or cursed with a curse? I follow, hearse after hearse, with verse after verse And
: Gangsta Blac] Got me runnin' duck and survive, up in this rap game Play it fly, and movin' equipped, wid blunts and blaze man Suburban to the curbin', hold up cause I ain't servin' Jump up and
nice warm welcome, for new inmates Razors, and shanks, and sharp edged plates Posses will devour, punks with power After the shower it's, rush hour So watch your back before
rush, be extra patient The new 4 door Porsche is extra spacious Same entourage, no extra faces Hands down the best, no explanations And to the top is the next destination And
are Women like huggin, kissin and carressin And eh - ssssslooowww undressin Calm down, chill out, take your time, dude Don't be all rough and fast like a monsoon Women are soft and
stop me busting nine-nines Wild ridahs, all I see when I open up Baby girl fucking you now, before I blow up You know what? I seen your kind before,
finishing touch, get this that I'ma finish you before I finish the Dutch I get high like the birds and the planes I get high when bullets hit faces after words exchange I get a rush
rappers, psychotic rappers Melodic rappers and narcotic rappers All you phoney rappers, baloney rappers Me-and-my-homie rappers Tony Toni rappers and
In ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box Splash ya brains on ya birds' laps Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt back And murk after
came in time But before the time, you was losin' your mind You was racin' and rushin' and fallin' behind But let me tell you bout God and the way that
Getten drunk thrown' up, cuffed up Then I said I had enough There must be another route, way out To money and fame, I changed my name And played a different
.L. and Run DMC so rush it Big time way before Hammer got to touch it Remember the faces in all types of places Look Ma, no shoelaces and I'm Get down
V D's and Dew Rags, shell tops and shags I'm the little bad ass with regular and tre bags Always tryin' to get shit I never had 'Cause times is bad like
finished doin' 10 For what? for killin' my best friend And I'll murder again if I'm forced, then I must After the first time the second time was a rush
you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya With wicked shit slick and swift As I slaughter
the blood test I started smiling, yeah, 'cause it read negative Damn, why did I let her live? After that I should've got the gat And bust and rushed and illed and
and it's not derailing It's not the first time And this won't be the last that my heart is failing As the blood is rushing to my Head and from my wrist
