in my work, you might get put in a church Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse Learn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me off Call me S.P
, I tell 'em better than them And if your man front, he can get eleven in him And if you told them once, then you better tell him again Ay yo, now let
Holiday styles Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck If I ain't gettin' proper respect I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your grill
time, I'll say a rhyme A brand-new style, ruthless and wild Runnin' around spendin' money, havin' fun 'Cause even then, I'm still number one Blastmaster krs-one of course Comes to express with style
tell you about a groove, that's coming From the heart in part and just one in A million or you will be bumming So check the time, the rhyme that comes
with me dirtys in my fucking face, Mitchell Heights to buck it up Treatin Loderdale the BDL will urk and hender us BDL mean break da law see and tell
them bullets bumping When them shorties come and ride on em When the pistols click clack If you still alive will you really get the dumping If you got that 45 on you Tell
your time Take your time, take your time Take your time, take your, take your time Take your time, take your, take your time Take your time, take your time
I told Daz we about to fry niggas like fries And seperate them by 5's, and light up the skies Crip that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick
run Just shut up and listen and learn my son [PMD] Absorb that ass like Bounty, the quicker picker upper To tell you up front, you're nothing but a sucker The style
Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson, Kobe Bryant, Jay-Z, Mystikal P. Diddy, Allen Iverson, Snoop Dogg, DMX Styles P
a 3-80 I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!" Quick as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boy Your nobody so no one will miss you Queens start
't sayin' we was from the Projects But every time I wanted layaway or a deposit My dad'll say, "When you see clothes, close your eyelids" We was sorta like Will
kick that ass Without a pistol, without a gun When you hear my music you'll be havin' fun That's when I gottcha That's when you mine To tell the truth Tell
in Alaska when we blast ya A massacre creator, one time for data Darker than Vader...go anybody hot as the equator It's time to get down one time for
touch someone else's private parts Your mom and dad will tell you so Verse One: Bigg Jus Yo' eyes get, blind like Tupac gettin shot in the lobby Most MC's styles
Do or die to survive from my time of birth Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the hearse It's going down, Dogghouse gangsta style And fuck death
dorm in Rikers Island I remained calm while you tried to bite my style and When I performed niggas mic's went silent To the kid who made my man ill will