Lyrics:
ten years you made hits
so what's up E-Feezi? (We still the shit) Beotch!
How you think I got this pot belly, overnight?
Shet a nig-ga was
then scat
Movin on up to the top of the map
'cause gangstas'll be here 'til the Curl come back
This is our world - land of the gangsta macks
Patrolled by
[Krayzie]
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
[ clapping your hands] 4x
[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
A mack hit, it's that Made Men shit
[chorus] Repeat 2x
(Styles P)
Nigga I'll hawk your ass, want to fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my path
(SL)
I don't know nobody fuckin wit us
I ain't Gerome
could spark a few
Put you on starvin like a hostage, put you on like 'em fossils
What a rascal, triangular when I'm verbal head-bangin ya
This style, lean
that they all gonna fit in my bag
Came with my swag
Came with a remix and got my own jazz
My style is cold and is run by the Mack
Yuh
Yeah
20 Pound
the back of a black car,
Black kicks, black cap, black track-style,
Head bangin' till I break, Marty go wild,
Yellow nuts they drop to pavement,
You better
everybody's watchin' us
I see the world clear just like I'm lookin' through binoculars
The L.A., C-A, the cities of metropolis
The L-I, K-S, ain't nobody
of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
You're toe ingrown low showin' you ain't got nobody home
Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
Make out your will
of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
You're toe ingrown low showin' you ain't got nobody home
Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
Make out your will
the morning!
I got big C-Style on the grill
Eastside! Keepin' it way real
Dogg Dogg, LBC
If you got beef, with DPG,
Then holla at me, the D-O-G
If you
got your own physique
Style is kinda neat
And it comes from the street
Complete to fill the room
Never out of tune
Pooh,show'em what you mean by boom
you, ain't no savin you
I'm five times stronger than the hate for niggas in the heart
of David Duke
I take your style from ya, and your pride
to get hit. word up.
(who we are, who we be) all my mommys about to get hit
(what we stand for) hoo-hey-hey> justice and equality
All my boriquas
Ager Man, an Lunasicc surrounded by money an power
You know, you know, you know, it goes down, uh game
[Chorus: x2]
Got the mic I'm gettin'
keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"
[Chorus - 2X]
Race against time, I - can't stop
Runnin through the red light - livin my life
Even if I'm gettin too hot
the morning!
I got big C-Style on the grill
Eastside! Keepin' it way real
Dogg Dogg, LBC
If you got beef, with DPG,
Then holla at me, the D-O-G
If you
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They
and Chrissy
We was kissin and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
ain't changin'! (Ah Ha!)
Can't nobody lie I keep kenwoods bangin! (Boom!)
And I don't need an introduction bitch you know tha' name! (Yeaaa!)
So go
city
Yeah (4x), bringing you that new sound; Yeah (4x), do this for my H-H-Town
Yeah(4x), Yeah you know I hold it down; Swangin' and Bangin' everytime
Niggaz whom, wanna face the boom
Leavin snitches doom, its all on me, you bout 10 ki's
Say he seen my bankin
Ran my school, when I set my rules, didn't
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