Just understand the whole son, y'know y'know It's too much doodoo over here, there's over there Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, here And the real from And make it mo' better like everywhere dynamic duo times two bro
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Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and go Worldwide camp with smoke by the truckload Or the west coast, where show me tons of love Doc and tray deee jokes bout guns n drugs Buggin on this wack rap shit from to coast Why not the real from both sides and go for broke? No ass joke, like buck or rakim, arms like down syms Snatch up hoe, fuck her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing
What's the deal pah? i hope shit is peace and But if it ain't fuck it I'm forced to release slugs these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up and smack the shit Act like it can't happen when I ever let you slide Two fly niggaz becomin of whorides You try to avoid my that's when you die News fly fast as fuck on how ruckus bruised guys Cornball screamin, "ruck you on some other shit" Mad I make music no longer for the love of it What is this? y'all niggaz is like some velvet You get with, a single shot to your pelvis
Now your hands in the air if you feel this here Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real year From the city of long to my home brownsville Cause recognize real everytime for real
Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in Kill em who got the right to make a sound? My style break corners avenues and drives It's time to mash in, it's a ride you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel Steadily givin these don't pass these zones limits I live the cruicial life, so pay attention As I come through, for you and crew It's just a man and his music, I afraid to use I bruise you badly, you confusion, I mean it's useless To to this, we in effect we dangerous Contain the mental and ain't afraid to diss
We can't quit we can't we got to do this shit (do this shit) Cause heltah skeltah and this bout to run this shit (run this shit) If you don't know you know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch) trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit)
Life without money, that's like breathing no air Prepare, there's no love in Engage, I meet the front page, nicholas cage And get served, and center stage I'm breakin through, throw up your teflon And get penetrated, telekinetic Hostile, verbal in 3-d every galaxy, throwin up d.p.
We in the house, when we outdoors We in the with dick in your bitch mouth From here to down to the westside, my vocals test drive You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a praise me So say oh, you love the shit frequently Oh for p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c Me, bummy j and the d-a-z and ruckus And kurupt we equal fo' bad motherfuckers You want we got some, worse than that we got guns hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done Oowops son, and mad 9's, the red dot kind To a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?
At the same time, you can catch me on corners smokin trees Hopin these, niggaz battle the ruckus vocally Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you be On bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed You it's the, show after-party hotel like jodeci Make me the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries I you be, on my dick pah but yo I totally Smack the shit out of any nigga I that's clonin me
Now who, wants to be a real mc Like heltah and the d-p-g Swervin all through fuckin town And layin punk down, hah!
Man, these servin me? I thinks not That's facin a blizzard in a tanktop I took to new jerz to cape cod You be adventureous up against tremendous odds And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you And have the whole scenery surrounded like the Who could it be comin through in all Dogg gangstaz, number one, number two evade the principle, the top principal Up against the top invincible, rhyme I lay the cards on the table, a pick The wrong choice'll get your chest cavity split That's all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame And format crumble right before his eyes pieces Fake ass assassin with no and no mind No money, no hoes, no flows, and no Waitin for poetical satan, creatin Runnin through camps walter payton I'm all about money makin, and not makin You're worth what you create in the garden of snakes
Yeah, and how we do it Heltah and tha dogg pound Runnin motherfucker Yeah!