Jetted thru Marcy 'cause Dee's ain't baggin' me Word Son, they got us on the run, Dunn, see yo Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo Trife life
on that good dope (Sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin' wit these killers on that good dope (Sniff sniff) Don't be fuckin' wit these killers on that good dope
dick, you still my bitch though Long as you get the cheese and bring it pronto Don't talk about us, we on the lo, lo Try to copy the keys to his front
need rap for nothin' And only play games in the A or Compton Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin' It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em where it'
not even my real brother, he's adopted! Sheila: Do as I say Kyle! Kyle: Ok, ok I'm sorry Sheila: Look at those frail and fragile boys, It really gets
with guns and drugs Three-headers, nothing better 5% and thugs Style tight like o.j. gloves Niggas state to state take a bug 'cause I burn rich niggaz who will hide slugs It
mail) Some send it physical, some send it through the e-mail (e-mail) Who is it? It's somebody from Virginia (okay) The name Linda, so I guess it is
those who they regard as subversives. It is easy for them to single out and intimidated us And easier still for us simply not to bother. * It is impossible
map I hit first Any environment I can adapt when it gets worse The rough gets goin' the goin' gets rough When I start flowin' the mic might bust The
best killers, Thug criminals and drug dealers. Blasting niggas if they come near us, (? ? ? ) with evil spirits, no one could help us if we could. Knock on wood for good
that gets me so nauseous, I don't know what it is. Look at that, look at that. FZ: Yeah, but it's not true. Well, you see, it gets her hot. Phyllis: There
[dresta] Knock knock [bg knocc out] Who's there ? [dresta] Well it's the gang s-t-a-ster [bg knocc out] The gangsta who ? [dresta] Yo it's your brother
Talk to Jesus Christ As if he knows the reasons why He did it all for you Did it all for you He did it all for you 5: Orestes Metaphor for a missing
bum [All without Mona] They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' All along All
don't you hit it, hit it? Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it! The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the tito Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it
How You Only Load Guns When You Up In The Booth You Ain`t Nothing To Shoot, You Don`t Even Exist You Just A Fantasy, Family As Weak As It Gets You Ain
to get coated up in the evil, this goes out to all my Hustling people, just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it Smokin' doja in the south central
controller of the universe Besides the part of the map I hit first Any environment I can adapt when it gets worst The rough gets goin', the goin' gets