bustin' at the police I'm try'na hit 'em I'm try'na leave they brains on the floor They try'na play me like a hoe from the local 5-8-0 But ain't no days
thought we was? Temperatures might rise Before everybody feel the fire from the 5's I told Daz we about to fry niggas like fries And seperate them by 5
color of his skin' Do you still care' Do you still give a damn, now your in the predicament your in Do you still care' Does it still mean alot now
like "humpty hump" Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks I ain't even Kriss Kross my clothes yet And yet y'all wanna "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump
up at So where a busta nigga standin is where he blew up at I blew up that CMB so respect my peeps Or else you want yo life to be all over the streets
of rap and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin than that? Slut, answer me that, Royce where you at? [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm right here Fire
the funky devil its me the d, you number one m.c. so give me dat microphone so i can play the past lyrics, yo i can put my thoughts over a 5 piece screw
rep 1 album, 5 months, I'm number one in the hood a low-low 3 wheels, 2 hoes and I'm good Pull the gat, squeeze something nigga put 'em to sleep even these techs mean
my dawgs in the building,we gun get this thing started. (Verse 1) Hey yo my money aint ever short ask my coach jump shot never off (uh oh) i got a mean
stuck But it's cool I let my speakers bump Dude I got five inch woofers in the trunk And I can still make the party people get up and jump KJ 5 Tweezy
ass stank I mean to be rude My bass tubes are in a glass tank Go strap your seatbelts on Go put your money up Go put your life on the line Go put your
they sight me Just 'cuz hes light skinned with braids in his hair Don't mean that nigga look like me' Trick get your mind right, livin' in the lime life
you felt like You mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life? Y'knahmean like you just got your paycheck Paid off a car note or somethin' Just jumped
Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy Bet you've never seen a star cry I gave you my life My blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten fuckin'
kids in 3 inch girdles And life is just like Pac Man Niggaz gumping up niggas but who gone be the next man To lose his shoes, I mean lose his life Who
price Where im from its cold, we keep the heater at night jay aint the only one that had to live the hard knocked life, we from... to the hook) ~Verse
get down 'cause everybody feels defeated every time we come around bitch I'm like an iced fifty, vanilla dirty bomb iller than thirty cons your life
run up, I got killas coming trough with bubble ups to pick up double ups And put him in that muthafuckin long black hearse I mean, once you gone nigga