Ooh! We returned Yeah, show you how to flow (Show you how to again) It's the rap rule yo, yo
Street, Meth, we like AC and OJ (That crazy!) I runs up on you in days, I'm a loose link I the heaterz, always Small timers, get for dead in the hallways ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead (Me and my about to OD) Let me I'm that OG, not in my league (You my steez) I put the smackdown, on you killer MCs
I for all my niggaz (I for all my niggaz) That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see Stat' land, letter is I, we back man Harder than a dick on viagra gettin' a lap Hittin' a back hand (I slap kids) As if we in a of Spades, and y'all renig' John Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz some of that is (Son, I'm knowin') Cut they jeans mad
In the crooked I, it's do or die Shit, every man fights to alive In the crooked letter I, you not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?
In the letter I, it's do or die Shit, every man to stay alive In the letter I, you should not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee,
Stingy with my doe, even with dojia' (Told y'all) You'll never go broke, long as I Maintain composure, or party over For stank bitches, who get it like yoga Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all gotta go home (But y'all gotta get the fuck here) Who stay 'Lo' like Jennifer, see me a lot But when you see Vivica, her she a fox
We rollin', big truck, sittin' on (Twistin' a bone) Talkin' to a bird on the bat Zonin', out the area, The closest you could to my style maybe is clonin' The (I'm you now!) is holdin' Run up, me put one up in your colon Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks Lambchop niggaz is in wolf clothing
In the crooked letter I, do or die Shit, every man fights to stay In the letter I, you should not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?
In the letter I, it's do or die Shit, man fights to stay alive In the crooked I, you should not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee,
Beware, danger, off your flares Warn all dogs (Tell 'em we here) The (We bust our guns in the air) Never that, y'all come out 'til the coast is clear (Who you to fear?) Street, I no one You all thumbs, I murder you with your gun When I start off (Niggaz is off) You straight broth, we holes in your terrycloth
I O 3, long time no see Who mind parts seas, and blind to see Some think this industry is all rhyme and G Then he it to the door, and he can't find the key Don't know it be, to make y'all follow my lead Or make this pretty thing on her knees my seed If rap rap no more, what would it be? I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the That's
In the crooked I, it's do or die Shit, every man fights to alive In the crooked I, you should not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?
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Big up to denaun, good on the track, nigga Matter fact, I'm a call Staten the tri-borough, now on 'Cuz we'll try any thing housing Fuck