Weeblelations, testin', testin', testin', Hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in mutha fucka That boy 8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya me? It's E-feeze, mutha fuckaz ain't understandin' the signs of I cuss a fucka out
Niggaz gon' be feelin' what I'm Tryin' to do some healin' an' at the time make a million Vibrate love an' happiness in this ghetto Hate us playaz, got this 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 Mercedes
Four hundred, five hundred V-12 Coupe None of my weebles that Barkley comin' out the roof Choppin' major on the strength Man, we goes juss like them splinters an' 'em temps, uh
Met this that was in Houston, said she was from Houston though Said her profession just was major paper roll First at times it seems, gold cards, we kiss that ass Went from Bennies to Bossalini's, collectin'
They whistlin', I'm glistin' like Davis Born an' raised in the Bay, them can't fade us I am the rapper they call 4-Tay 360 degrees, they can't the Yay, fool
Fuckin' off in the Bay wit some niggaz Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so they ya nigga From the bottom of the stream to the top of the In the 'O' straight clownin', talkin' 'bout what's down
An' these niggaz me, soakin' up the love I give Nigga, all of us got kids, an' only got one life to But sometimes that don't matta Animosity can we to ratta-tatta, splatta
All over shit tricks motionless Drinkin' blood like I been spittin' fire like The nigga sick as this behind me Is the gangsta, S P I C E (Yeah, me, yo)
Five albums in the game, 500 Benzo in my 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 shistey niggaz, tryin' ta give me the
I ain't a mutha fuckin' Italian but my crew run the Mafia 8ball, 4-Tay, an' 40 Water An' me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, Chanelle Met a couple of where some niggaz tried to kill me
Just a part of the game, jealous out fo' fame When bustin' at me is to give no name But they runnin' up on this muthafuckin' Don They catchin' pieces of hell, hot slugs a nigga fresh out on bail
Long time comin', baby, off in the hills Me an' 40 Waters choppin' it up, or kill On the real about this underground an' always heavily sedated
Bank's rocks the beat, I grab the mic an' Turn a monster, eatin' weak MC's up Smokin' trees up, hoes knees up Feds wouldn't up, had to put the keys up
Jesus prayin' fo the weak Hopin' somebody's on they prayin' fo' me In the midnight hour, somewhere on them In a room 'o thugs, 40' tell 'em how it was
shot my mama's house up, back in 1992 I goin' back an' play possum like I don't know who If I knew What? When? Where an' how? If I back then, would I know now?
The rap game ain't never gon' be The only the rap game gon' keep on doin' is increasin' And will be no over night sensations them 40, 8ball, MJG Only drip we been layin' it down since Trout
Now, all of a sudden I look good as Braxton In a house wit toys of traction Up-percussion, ya may wanna take a second You can find me in the designs book
The hall of game, is a 420 wit chrome all day Parked up on Nigga, this ain't none of that only I'm doin' a song wit dude An 'em is I want they region, recognize game recognize game
360 degrees of game, talkin' 'bout game, 'bout game 360 degrees of game wit hella bomb on the 360 degrees of game, 'bout game, talkin' 'bout game 360 of game wit hella bomb on the brain
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