Ooh! We have Yeah, show you how to again (Show you how to again) It's the rap again yo, yo
Street, Meth, we like AC and OJ (That crazy!) I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a loose I the heaterz, always timers, get left for dead in the hallways That ill breed, move in speed, follow my lead (Me and my Co-Ds 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 a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance Hittin' a back hand (I slap kids) As if we in a game of Spades, and y'all Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz some of that is slum (Son, I'm knowin') Cut they mad young
In the crooked I, it's do or die Shit, every man fights to stay 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 Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?
Stingy with my doe, stingier with dojia' (Told y'all) never go broke, long as I yo'ya Maintain your composure, or over For stank bitches, who get it twisted like Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go (But gotta get the fuck outta here) Who stay 'Lo' Jennifer, won't see me a lot But you see Vivica, tell her she a fox
We rollin', big truck, on chrome (Twistin' a bone) Talkin' to a bird on the bat Zonin', out the area, The closest you could come to my style maybe is The (I'm you now!) Niggaz is Run up, watch me put one up in colon Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks Lambchop is sheep in wolf clothing
In the crooked letter I, do or die Shit, every man fights to stay In the crooked I, you should not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee,
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, Bee, why?
Beware, danger, off your flares Warn all dogs (Tell 'em we here) The (We don't bust our in the air) that, y'all don't come out 'til the coast is clear (Who you to fear?) Street, I no one You all thumbs, I probably murder you your gun When I start off (Niggaz is off) You straight broth, we holes in your terrycloth
I Double O 3, long no see Who mind parts seas, and 'cause to see Some think industry is just all rhyme and G he make it to the door, and he can't find the key Don't know what it be, to make follow my lead Or make pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed If rap rap no more, what would it be? I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, be the weed That's
In the crooked letter I, do or die Shit, every man fights to alive In the crooked I, you should not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?
housing, loose linx Carlton fisk, DC, in peace To the million kid Y SI, NY, Sick eyes, 7 Big nut, up?
Big up to denaun, good on the track, nigga fact, I'm a call Staten island the tri-borough, now on 'Cuz try any fuckin' thing Homicide y'all