Weeblelations, testin', testin', testin', Hey, my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this mutha fucka That boy 8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya me? It's E-feeze, fuckaz ain't understandin' the signs of this I a mutha fucka out
gon' be feelin' what I'm revealin' Tryin' to do some healin' an' at the same make a million Vibrate love an' happiness in ghetto maze Hate us playaz, got ryhme stayin' in a rage
Kill wit a pill, game like Nintendo Three hours an' fourty-four minutes to Frisco the rappin', 4-Tayzee baby Me an' 40 Water in the big body
Four hundred, five hundred V-12 black None of my weebles that Barkley comin' out the roof major game on the strength Man, we goes back juss like splinters an' 'em temps, uh
Met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston Said her profession just was stackin' major roll First at times it seems, gold credit cards, we kiss ass Went from Bennies to Bossalini's, cash
whistlin', I'm glistin' like Sammy Davis Born an' raised in the Bay, hataz can't fade us I am the rapper that they call 360 degrees, they can't fade the Yay,
Fuckin' off in the Bay wit crazy niggaz drunk, gettin' high, so they saved ya nigga From the of the stream to the top of the mountain In the 'O' clownin', talkin' 'bout what's goin' down
An' these niggaz feelin' me, soakin' up the love I Nigga, all of us got kids, an' only got one life to But sometimes that don't matta can lead we to ratta-tatta, splatta
All over shit leavin' motionless Drinkin' blood like I been spittin' like kiss The only sick as this behind me Is the gangsta, S P I C E (Yeah, me, yo)
albums in the game, 500 Benzo in my name Five niggaz in a bucket, five zig-zags to the To the greedy paper, I'm on the MTV news I'm havin' slugs fo niggaz, tryin' ta give me the blues
I ain't a mutha Italian but my crew run like the Mafia 8ball, 4-Tay, Banks an' 40 An' me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, shit Met a couple of incidents where niggaz tried to kill me
Just a part of the game, jealous niggaz out fo' steady bustin' at me is to give no name But when they runnin' up on this Don catchin' pieces of hell, hot slugs from a nigga That's out on bail
Long time comin', baby, somewhere off in the Me an' 40 choppin' it up, keep or kill On the real about this underground Intoxicated an' heavily sedated
rocks the beat, I grab the mic an' bust Turn a monster, eatin' weak MC's up Smokin' trees up, pinnin' hoes up Feds wouldn't ease up, had to put the up
Findin' Jesus prayin' fo the Hopin' somebody's on knees prayin' fo' me In the midnight hour, somewhere on them In a room 'o thugs, 40' tell 'em how it was
They shot my mama's house up, in 1992 I keep back an' play possum like I don't know who If I knew who? What? When? Where an' If I knew back then, would I know
The rap game ain't never gon' be The only thing the rap game gon' keep on is increasin' And there will be no night sensations them 40, 8ball, MJG Only drip we been it down since Trout season
Now, all of a sudden I look good as Toni In a house wit toys of traction Up-percussion, ya may wanna take a look You can me in the Florida designs book
The of game, is a 420 wit chrome rims all day Parked up on Nigga, this ain't none of that only reason I'm doin' a song wit An 'em is 'cuz I they region, recognize game recognize game
360 degrees of game, talkin' 'bout game, talkin' 'bout 360 degrees of wit hella bomb on the brain 360 degrees of game, 'bout game, talkin' 'bout game 360 degrees of game wit hella bomb on the
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