things in life that can't be stopped Let's go.. "And now.. for your.. Bad Bad Boys.. Starting at guard.." [P. Diddy] Y'all niggaz still talkin? Oh
gonna leave you broke So, the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats I'ma win 'cause I'm too smart for
and them cowards, I'm'll do dirty Still a commission and we all equal, all lethal Caught 'em doin' dirt to the wrong people It's the family affair, I'm here With all
know Loon best at foreplay I get hugs and kisses all day, trips to Norway, sip Crisses all day (woo) Plus wrists be all gray, plus five speed shiftin all
me for real, it's gone be somethin' Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" Uh', turn it around lemme see somethin' With me for
of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul For
like One, two O'clock in the mornin' with the full moon out Niggaz in they trucks creepin' With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches Yea, team
deluxe shit '98 Check it out I be the street shit The nigga your mama freak with Put y'all niggas on it y'all know how to keep a secret When I
Please tell these niggas there?s no hoe in me, These niggas takin all these shots but ain?t no holes in me, So what you shootin at niggas you ain?t hit
to keep this love afloat Where did it go? There's no need for searching or rescue No more, no more It's so long for hope It's wondedup for the shore
Nike's just a pair of Margiella, get a broad tell her rain dance for this paper better get an umbrella yeah, had guns like an arms dealer, dream team
in here 'Cause I don't really know who I'ma lose this year, oh Man, I love my team, man, I love my team I would die for them niggas, oh Yo, Drizzy sayin
've peeked the scene You haven't, the real one's far too mean The watered down one, the one you know Was made up centuries ago It may just sound all
where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all
very proud to have been a part of that throughout the years I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real And love to all my niggas
you all in the arm pit (Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down