Fuck the toughest I'm dangerous rowdy Motherfuckers are up and outty the sucker plucker they found me Openin' up a can of clash six-packs of ass whips Pints and fifths of asses, burnt to
You've spined, twisted and spun up in and lifted Shit boy ya free paper bum, it's called I got Like Poonanny to
I saw selected sets son for my selection sections and sketchin' to revive, reset and then set inspections For the wet ones to the next ones, yes one, son and get one Comin' from is the line yours for a nine war
Walk nigga mind of crime wars will find yours The hot one spot one, shock one and stop one Crews will conquer as 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 stuck like
State of shock, it's a greater that made us stop The thunder with under will make 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 first kick
Practic tactics of a great saloon fight Caution what I bring when I approach this Punks stays focused, notice And of cruddy's corrosive Top gun and explosive motion East deep Throughout notions of all the I'm closin'
Aiyyo, I emcees like this I look 'em in the eye I he's tense And I break him like a bitch so I there's no defense So at night when I creep, want 'em, while he's awake not asleep By the way all I seek all I keep, so sleep
Nigga the realest? Rap pillars got the power to up spots From here to the Watts Niggas can feel us, do you wanna us?
It be the illest in it takes a fool to learn that Love love nobody My department be collections remember Love Child got connections ain't no question
I'm deep with a vicious Silence prospectors, to my lectures Constructed as Expressions of terror shakin' cold of fear careers I spear Prepare for a year of nightmares
Get 'em back and don't near me When appraochin' me come sincerely I don't the Others that like that I stack papers, yearly Merely mentioned men they come steppin' to Vin
Anywhere I go, I flow I'm bringin' it home to my twins and I got friends And friends don't let friends drive drunk So I suggest you grab friends before I go and pop my trunk And best believe I come correct so yo, what you do?
I got connections, I get that ass stuck like
Aiyyo, what up I here you the man now yo (Yo whattup my nigga, you know I the man) (But I got connections for you what you need?) Yeah, yeah, yo, yo this out I need you to a little something for me Though on the real
(You know I not, can't slip and do that right now) (But I got somebody to through) Nah, nah, nah, yo, yo, I need you to take of it man (Yo, I put this on everything I love, man, it's real sneaky, hood) Females sneak up in here and come (Yeah)
235 degrees and the mics to be freezin' Emcee on those who treason I'm droppin' drinks like a pint of breeze, then Intoxication, a copies in circulation Just a small to let you know Kandi Kain
Equals no on this 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 to Inglewood connections