Once you call my out Things never be the same They should never let us Get off foot in game
Ever since I was introduced to rap I been a screw like Bishop and Juice I could lose it at any Those who know me it
So they probaly told you go the flow Just so I don't explode and Have another where I let it go As far as the one Benzino did
I'm for that next beef I'm cocked, and loaded I'm ready to go so bad I'm goin' My dick's so hard Nicole could Use it to pole vault with
Oh, shit! I mean when she was bloated Before they cut her stomach open and it Anybody I throw flames at a name, it's a game they know that they don't spit the same It's a shame people do for ten minutes of fame
Everyday, it's the thing People in game try to buddy, buddy us to get close enough to study us Everybody just to have somethin' to do with that They all to get that stamp
after that Shady, aftermath money It's like a They probably just now how to rob fully 50 was like a fuckin' jackpot for me And Dre, it's we hit the fuckin' lottery
And a damn slot machine at the same time as each Why the fuck you think we ride like we we rhyme with each other? In time we discovered we have more in common Then we with each other Both of our mothers
Our ain't want us What was with us, was it our fault 'Cause we thinkin' God doesn't love us Two odd Who just happened to at the right time What a coincidence when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens I still remember the call up at King 'cause
Big L had just got popped a month before If 50 lives, he's gettin' from Columbia Two years later me and Doc had to come and That's when he popped up a one And we never gonna stop if you wonderin' Even if I'm the gun
You ain't gotta agree all the with me Or see eye to eye always be animosity between you and I But see the difference is if it is I could give a
Still gonna motherfuckin' business as usual aside 'fore I bruise 'em all Swallow your pride I step on it with shoes you call Nike's, Earthlings, how do you like You gotta love 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, they're cleats
Stompin', I been Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton' I was whilin', Back when they was makin' Maxell cassettes I even raps Elvis yet
tells us that Any doubts in your head that seals the Ricky Toc, Ticky Ticky Toc Still with the Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc And ya stop