Live in muthafucker, Thug Pound, Biotch Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, You know bitch, the whole clique We gon' hit yo' ass up, you know we comin' from
row biotch, ha, ha, ha, ay yo, Kurupt You first to blast nigga and you how we do it on The nigga, we ballers for real (Ridin' on what we be?)
For real, I got it you the blue steel hit the panic button Thinkin' that it was what it hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme don With the semi auto fracture your to ya spine
The back cracker you with My and graphic grammar My verbal murder stretch from Alaska to Get touched by my arm and
All across the niggas crumble like granite From Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic, probable to get hit shit Niggas best get physically and fit
ya hoe, I ignore for real and I can tell On the DL, I got an Proposal for her (Biotch) Mashin' in a Ford Explorer, hell hound host the from the Box Pandora somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my glock Sniper sound vocal rival to invade the block Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a the Nicki Scarful comin' the bus death Spreads camps like Parvul
Young Gotti Kurupt and C the dope and the green weed I'm out to get high and supply what you need? Mr. Postman through with all the mail, what you need? I got for on the stairwell to Hell (Ay get yo out my pocket, nigga)
I wake up sparkin' to get wild on the Barkin' and playas drinkin' kegs 'til niggas beg Martin You labeled Paw nervous, no, I do this job Donna Karan New York call it Dogg New Jersey
ain't seen time, I travel courts and dream crime My room like the million dollar bill folded with blinds Chairs is a hundreds for shams, I run hole in quickies Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the barfless I like movies, so I hit up the box office You the softest, I'm takin' ya honies, they pieces my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes
My boys and me is poison, we get along equal Fight each other like brothers, it's all good we people More strain on the brain and the pain I deal Ill with nasty niggas my crew on some real shit For bitch the steel clique, I bill with menaces Ya number one nemesis paragraphical like
Stupid muthafuckas outlaw bitch Dogg Thug Life, you know how we fuckin' do this shit You stupid muthafuckas get me Now, take a inside my mind That pen' time made me but still I rise
'Cause my ambitionz az a like land mines Lyrics turn niggas smithereens Music so lethal coliseums to murder scenes I'm Makaveli, the Don, is they tell me
I'm armed, I'm droppin' like bombs Get in that ass like a thong, picture a felon in ya bustas back to the Essence Tellin' my people peep my message
Visions of me money got me in mash mode Murderous for niggas stoppin' my cash flow You can't fight it nigga let go, the sound made Ya bitch ass bow down to row
Mama, these niggas got me these 3 Strikes Showin' up in court, fuck what you thought it's nights I put the game down first put my up on it Now we 'Amerikaz Wanted' feel that
Since my only fear of is Mama cryin' for help And OG Daddy wanna when I know He ain't got shit else, I'm his only soldier else gonna roll for me and I know
Without the Row and Outlaw (Ay K) I'll be forgotten for sho, plus, this Thug Life it got me playa hated without givin' a single fuck Why dangling, baby, all on my nuts? I be singling fingering bitches to
Bitches is niggas is lame I around with real niggas got exposed to the game Muthafuckas crazy bustin' me in the jaw as an outlaw, ha, ha, ha, ha (Yeah, muthafucka)
Now, a mission ain't a if nobody rides And a mission ain't a if nobody dies And a mission ain't complete if the enemy sleep rest in peace deceased fuckin' with me
I got to a goal, I'm out seekin' gold the strap gotta let off the cousin rough and raw Never fell to my knees for shit 'cause I shit this Daz Dillinger drillin' ya for ya shit
On the streets for the sixth in and out for the crime I crimes add up in food stamp dollars and dimes I'm slidin' fucked up nigga whuttup? In the cut flossin' a muthafucka whuttup? Beside all being, now tell me ya comin' from That ain't where I see thangs and nigga what's the
For so many days and so many ways we been strays They delivers but we some bad boy killers Hold the scrillas, I in you niggas' livers Then ya body shiver and ya mama quiver
From the way you got lit up Hit up the on my way out Y'all whole crew knew it was on From Makaveli's first day out, now y'all played out
And out for public display on this day Y'all is history 'cause the whole crew is bitch to me to me, Idi, how many of y'all can see me? 'Cause I'll tack that ass A's attack DC
Believe me 'cause although now, I'm just a stolider I'm soon to be a gun holder, to the clique With a to my lip, now the fight's over