[Kurupt] Daz [Jay-Z] to 'em [Kurupt] young Gotti Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Big nigga, what?
*sung*] Psycho, like no, bitch-ass so When you see the D-O double G sneak low
In the memory of the Notoroious B.I.G., Tupac
*sung*] Psycho, like no, nigga so When you see the R-O-to-the-C creep low
Young in the house, world wide hustler R-O-C, motherfuckers..
.. up love You Jigga Man resum, blow up drugs Blast round, full pound, no or gloves Face down on the gravel, gun will travel Out the blue steel barrel get ya killed Perro ass niggaz can't I, muh'fucker what's my - - name, Young Hov', gun like AC (With the D-P-G nigga!!)
Hold up (hah) a minute and All my get (get what?) gangsta with it
Gotti and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the pound with Roc La {*y'all niggaz ain't feelin us*}
Deep in and out, out gold D cut with 2-way Motorolas Nigga the and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER tip, stainless teflon MOTHERFUCKER Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, chest rocka with the chopper, glock'll pop a nigga so quick Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud and about to feel ery'thing from the foot Calicos collective, have you seen a four so clean a brand new nina My Daz (Sigel Sigel) Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Butt naked and pop collars The popular scholar, this is the with the hollow tips soarin, chrome wheels Never have you ever seen a G me Rollin with the Roc, straight
Don't change the game for hoes who plays the like we supposed
That nigga Daz in the house [Daz] D-P-G-C fo' L-I-F-E, Roc
Don't change the game for these who the game like we supposed
[Jay] Gotti in the house
Two-shotty, to catch a body So put a dick in ya mouth, ya
Don't the game for these hoes who plays the like we supposed
Young in the house, world wide hustler R-O-C, motherfuckers..
B-I-G talkin through the voice of I For Tupac they ra-da-da-da-da-da Not a or a Crip but I put drugs on the strip Put on the whip, got bigger guns than the fuzz on my hip, cock let it rip Won't stop that 'til the whole gone (click..) CLICK! Okay, let's not you got a vest on all I'm aimin is teflon
and Kurupt] I'm psycho, like no, other And this rifle, right for your head
[Jay] Young Hova in da [Daz] get down Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga tell me how sound
Dillinger] Cha-pow, layin all you wack niggaz Blowed out chromed out, swervin ya town What up? Jigga Man, my nigga Laid back actin a nut, waitin to No as we bust, let you feel the dust Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight fuckin it up Let it be known; Daz Dillinger, rough to the All alone, ya neighborhood high exhaust High stylin, profilin, comin after me In actuality they fake the Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my family On site niggaz died for salary We the gang and we walk like we And we stalk and we do what we do dark Get one shot Dillinger Roc La {*Now y'all feelin us! Now feelin us!*}
Don't change the for these hoes who plays the game like we
[Jay] Sigel Sigel in the
[Beanie Uh-huh, bastard Even mo' sicker ya brain get mo'
Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you up quick Got 'em diggin up quick Got you spittin up cause I'm sick Gettin up slow from hits from the Let a row go quick the clip Shit, sit a nigga quick when I'm pitchin a bitch You see light then you takin a Five hours, spill a clip and make the hammer I'll holla, while you holla in the STOP ... it's the Roc nigga the D-O-G on ya block Fuck the C-O-P's, let me see those No stems, no sticks, no seeds, breathe
Bleek] Relax bitch, act bitch, we don't stop the R-O-C, geah who forgot You never Bleek walk on a track before Hit a in a black 6-4 before Down on Sunset I run sets, I does Niggaz look at me and be damn I was that I'm "The Understanding" with my peeps, fuck Got a house in the back with a Benz and Get cha mind right nigga 'fore you me Your click too thorough to mention we Don't who we collab' with, nigga it's a classic Pound linked with the Roc could cause traffic Who rump, get it crunk with me I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna dump me? You catch Bleek in B.K. (or) in L.A. With my W and E up nigga, who play?
[Kurupt Psycho, no, bitch-ass nigga so When you see the sneak creep low
I not, lose