many who plays the name And I can make it in the music or the street game I still got hoes that'll work, still got crews that'll hit Still roll with
never borin',I keep tourin' My record sales keep soarin' and soarin' I'll make a million,maybe two Buy some rides,gold blow the dough on my crew Wake
truck, waxin' those who talk junk Violent your end, I got your face in my crosshairs Wanna see your dome bust sucker 'cause I don't care Nuttin' 'bout you, your crew
Sounds fly like a hype sex thriller? But see she looked like Godzilla Pushed her off me, home girl hit the floor This is what it's like on tour I hit
to Luke Skyywalker and my man, Marquis and Mr. Mixx Keep it bumpin' down there in miami 'Cuz y'all are players, to the EPMD true players To my man, Moe Dee, easy Lee and the whole crew
red Looked to my left there were two more carloads Niggas in hats and hoods, in an attack mode And they hadn't yet begun to fight E hit the gas, it was
say you wanna be down? Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down Out my face, fool I'm the illest Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis Got my crew
a blackout Dead end, there's no chance to back out Hit the tripwire, duck from the gunfire Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck As
Coolin' in my crib, cold video dubbin' FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin' They call that shit a crime? Yo, that shit's a joke Hit record on my dope remote
ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it My crew'll hit the matresses, G.O.D. Father
made in it So who thought you could get paid with it? Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there Hit some skins, act bugged, that was
The drug movers Girl barracuda Set you up for the kill Where you're really not ballin unless you got 10 mill I shine so bright I blind ya Cross my crew
for titties and long hair. Bitches with curves. But I kick them to the curb if they get on my nerves. I swerve to the right. Hit the lock. Hit the
a street vet yet bitch, just a beginner My niggas eat punk like your crew for dinner Rock ya in broad daylight to make the wrist-double Hit ya then lower
ain't done, she still lives for the drama Lookin' for another baller to hit and never call her All in vain life in the lane A new crew of hookers on
class, I know but it's science From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance [Incomprehensible] Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath Radical Posse down to death While your crew
searchin for that one more hit Shhhiiit I ain't new to this, I got gangs of gold I come original, then I break the mold Too many MC's hit, then fold
Don and Cletus, we stepped about seven for two And I'm the meanest motherfucker in my crew Do him, boom, hit another shot Ran for cover [Gun Shot] [Ice