Ooh! We returned 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 days, I'm a loose link I the heaterz, always Small timers, get left for dead in the That ill breed, move in speed, follow my lead (Me and my about to OD) Let me I'm OG, you're not in my league (You my steez) I put the smackdown, on you killer MCs
I rock for all my (I for all my niggaz) why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here Stat' land, letter is I, we back man Harder a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance like 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 jeans mad young
In the crooked I, it's do or die Shit, man fights to stay alive In the letter I, you should not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?
In the letter I, it's do or die Shit, every man fights to alive In the letter I, you should not try Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?
Stingy with my doe, even stingier with (Told y'all) You'll never go broke, as I yo'ya Maintain composure, or party over For stank bitches, who get it like yoga 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, sittin' on (Twistin' a bone) Talkin' to a on the bat phone Zonin', out the area, The closest you could come to my maybe is clonin' The (I'm you now!) Niggaz is Run up, watch me put one up in colon town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin' Lambchop niggaz is in wolf clothing
In the letter I, it's do or die Shit, every man fights to alive In the crooked I, you should not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee,
In the crooked I, it's do or die Shit, every man fights to alive In the letter I, you should not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?
Beware, danger, shoot off flares 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 murder you your gun When I lettin' off (Niggaz is off) You straight chicken broth, we holes in your
I Double O 3, long no see Who mind seas, and 'cause blind to see Some think this is just all rhyme and G Then he make it to the door, and he can't the key Don't know what it be, to make y'all my lead Or this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed If rap wasn't rap no more, what it be? I know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the weed That's
In the letter I, it's do or die Shit, every man fights to stay In the letter I, you should not try Meth Tical, Streetlife, Bee, why?
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Big up to denaun, lookin' on the track, nigga Matter fact, I'm a call Staten the tri-borough, now on we'll try any fuckin' thing Homicide Fuck