Lyrics:
crazy
But it's a Darkside, it's what you made me
No more Mr. Nice Guy - pay me
What you niggaz owe before I come for your babies?
[DJ Premier
route
Check how many niggaz inside, he count 3 or 4
Not the best odds, but he done dealt with worse before
The plan was to catch one of them niggaz
mind be in the gutter,but that's how I burn the house
Because I try to prove what these pussy niggaz bout
These niggaz make me shout,yea they frustrate
ain't on my dick shorty but yo friend is
It's murda murda for life
Me and Ja nigga hold that hold that hold that
Niggaz ain't ready to die but we did
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
mo bitches than Dr. Detroit
It goes down
Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin' pounds into ashes
Black ski maskes
Niggaz be gettin the pumpkin head like
them niggaz gone get
If they done try to retaliate
I can't sleep, cause death is lookin foe me
I can't shake tha jacket, too many niggaz know
to yourself
How live it get, and I never let no rhymin' ass bitch
Share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility
You get the fuckin' picture, I swear by
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
for a nigga
40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga
Where you from, what's your past lil nigga?
And you broke and you mad lil nigga?
Fuck
then turn to slot
I swear I see niggaz icin' up hot knock digga
We got props for ya
How You Want it? Whaty What
We can get down, niggaz talkin'
them niggaz gone get
If they done try to retaliate
I can't sleep, cause death is lookin foe me
I can't shake tha jacket, too many niggaz know
or die wit' me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for that killa guerilla
I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa
Uptown consist of drug dealers, and thugs
how many real niggaz gonna stand up?
I thought so, niggaz better shut up
I'm five-six, hearts bigger than me
But I'll fuck you up so destructively
get
Then you can see me flyin in the Bentley cockpit
Lox and B-I, hold our grica down for years
Gang not, but we been had our black tears
Niggaz under
Ren back for the 9-5
They say real niggaz was dead
But this nigga be alive
So I'm puttin' it down wit that nigga E uh-huh
For all of my niggaz in
rocks at the throne, and I got word of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for what I already murdered that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve
tryin to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, West side
where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin slug in my enemy
Motown, Pucketown, do or die
tryin to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, West side
where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin slug in my enemy
Motown, Pucketown, do or die
Death row killa
Now I see y'all niggaz tryin to put somebody tryin to talk about me
Nigga I started yall
How the fuck u gonna put out somebody
And here they are, Puff Daddy, Ma$e
And Lil' Kim!
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know
walk down the streets without a smile.
Kid, shit is gettin hectic; I'm packin a mac-10.
Niggaz want to check it; I'm thirsty for action.
Ninety-five,
hustlin' wrong
You niggaz got your grind wrong, mayne
I gotta watch you hoe-ass niggaz
It's time for the teacher
To sit back in the front of the class,
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