Fuck the toughest I'm dangerous it's Motherfuckers are up and outty the roughest sucker Since they me Openin' up a can of clash six-packs of ass whips Pints and fifths of asses, burnt to
You've spined, twisted Blistered and up in and lifted Shit boy ya paper bum, it's called I got connections Like Poonanny to
I saw selected sets son for my selection stretchin' and sketchin' to revive, reset and then set inspections For the wet ones to the ones, yes one, step son and get one from behind is the line yours for a nine war
Walk nigga mind yours of crime will find yours The hot one will one, shock one and stop one Crews conquer as tough as Tonka Now I got one
I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh I got connections, I get that ass stuck glue I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh I got connections, I get that ass like glue
of shock, it's a greater plot that made us stop The thunder from with under will the whole of cradle rock, hah Ken just hit me on the horn in California Born in Fort July you're sworn to bangin' and warrin' Road Dawgs you assume right draft kick
Practic tactics of a great Western-type saloon Caution courage what I bring I approach this Punks stays focused, notice And of cruddy's corrosive Top gun and explosive motion East Coastin' Throughout notions of all the I'm closin'
Aiyyo, I emcees like this I look 'em in the eye I know tense And I break him like a bitch so I know no defense So at night when I creep, only want 'em, while awake not asleep By the way all I all I keep, so don't sleep
Nigga what's the Rap pillars got the to blow up spots From here to the Watts can feel us, do you wanna deal us?
It be the illest in it takes a fool to learn that Love don't nobody My department be remember that Child got connections ain't no motherfuckin' question
I'm deep with a vicious Silence prospectors, to my lectures Constructed as Expressions of terror shakin' cold fingers of careers I spear Prepare for a full of nightmares
Get 'em back and come near me When appraochin' me come sincerely I don't the Others that don't like I stack papers, yearly Merely mentioned men they come steppin' to Vin
I go, everywhere I flow I'm bringin' it home to my twins and I got friends And friends let their friends drive drunk So I suggest you your friends before I go and pop my trunk And best I come correct so yo, what you wanna do?
I got connections, I get that ass stuck glue
Aiyyo, up nigga? I here you the man now yo (Yo whattup my nigga, you I ain't the man) (But I got connections right for you you need?) Yeah, yeah, yo, yo check out I need you to a little something for me on the real though
(You know I might not, can't slip and do right now) (But I got to come through) Nah, nah, nah, yo, yo, I you to take care of it man (Yo, I put this on everything I love, man, it's sneaky, sister hood) Females sneak up in here and come (Yeah)
235 degrees and the mics about to be Emcee on those who treason I'm droppin' drinks like a pint of breeze, then Intoxication, a million copies in Just a small indication to let you Kandi Kain
Equals no intimidation on naughty demonstration Eighteen plus a hundred niggas I run with On that one keepin' you outnumbered with perfection, every direction can't pay enough protection 'Cause I got the Illtown to Inglewood