Ooh! We have Yeah, show you how to again (Show you how to again) the rap rule again yo, yo
Street, Meth, we ride AC and OJ (That crazy!) I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a link I the heaterz, always Small timers, get 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, you're not in my (You my steez) I put the smackdown, on you killer MCs
I rock for all my (I for all my niggaz) That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see land, crooked letter is I, we back man Harder a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance Hittin' a back hand (I y'all kids) As if we in a game of Spades, and y'all John Blaze, not the clothing, some of that is slum (Son, I'm knowin') Cut jeans mad young
In the letter I, it's do or die Shit, man fights to stay alive In the letter I, you should not try Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?
In the letter I, it's do or die Shit, man fights to stay alive In the crooked letter I, you not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee,
Stingy with my doe, stingier with dojia' (Told y'all) You'll go broke, long as I yo'ya Maintain your composure, or party For stank bitches, who get it twisted like Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't 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, on chrome (Twistin' a bone) Talkin' to a bird on the bat Zonin', out the area, The closest you could come to my style is clonin' The (I'm you now!) is holdin' Run up, watch me put one up in your Chizzle town, thugs in the club, chicks posin' Lambchop is sheep in wolf clothing
In the letter I, it's do or die Shit, every man to stay alive In the crooked letter I, you not try Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?
In the crooked letter I, do or die Shit, every man to stay alive In the crooked letter I, you not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee,
Beware, danger, shoot off your Warn all your (Tell 'em we here) The (We don't our guns in the air) Never that, y'all don't come out 'til the coast is (Who you to fear?) Street, I no one You all thumbs, I probably you with your gun When I lettin' off (Niggaz is off) You straight broth, we holes in your terrycloth
I Double O 3, time no see Who mind parts seas, and 'cause to see Some think this industry is just all and G Then he make it to the door, and he can't the key Don't what 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, be the weed That's
In the letter I, it's do or die Shit, man fights to stay alive In the letter I, you should not try Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?
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