here's my underwear... Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor I'm PS4 in HD and the
your speaker Examining your communication systems with cybernetics Key notes of my flows or get froze with cryogenics East coast domination for the D-
with SPM, and LOW-G I'ma grind in L.A. 'til my very last day and I'm a Hillwood Hustla 'til I die motherfucker It's a struggle but I gotta bubble baby
double-O-G what? M-A-double-N I smoke joke and grin, and fuck your best friend Only if she a ten, then I slide right in Boogee and DJ Spin, be thunder
tank's on the wall 'Cause we made men and we goin' ball 'til we fall Today, I'd like to welcome a few souljas (Welcome) To this No Limit world (No Limit world) A
t never been rich I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlaw Another lonely nigga with a 12-gage pump With a 12-
a 21-gun salute (Come on) Flatbush Crown Heights, "Thought I'd remind y'all" Brownsville (Firing Squad) "Thought I'd remind y'all" Bushwick, "Thought I'd
-Double-G-A-L-O We got a raw deal But I'ma be a J-U-Double-G-A-L-O J-U-Double-G-A-L-O
at high volume I'm a down south nigga so fuck y'all niggaz I'm a west coast nigga so fuck y'all niggaz I'm a east coast nigga so fuck y'all niggaz I'
here Ladies and gentlemen We got Queensbridge finest up in this mothafucker tonight They just came from war They wanna let you know a little somethin
sees That tramp that gave me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' jumps out The ride empty the glock fo', five, D.E.A.D. Woke up handcuffed inside Grady Tagged with an I-U-D
The stock market does not reveal The arms that they have sold Half the world can't get a meal The war is getting cold A bushel or a barrel Neither
Made Men, motherfuckers (motherfuckers) L-O-X, motherfuckers (motherfuckers) Made Men, motherfuckers (motherfuckers) L-O-X, motherfuckers (motherfuckers
forever sick inject a microchip into my dick see these riminals in war on trout,pleading the fifth an a mental slavery continuse,inforius food it a be
). Leaders of the new school do the east coast stomp. Well it's a quarter Quarter. quarter. quarter. Quarter to cutthroat. A quarter. quarter. quarter. quarter. Quarter to cutthroat. Verse 2: dinco d
ve got Weapon X from Canada, a.k.a. Wolverine You know the routine, his claws can rip rappers for days But here comes the Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze
a pulp It's the F A T, to the J O E Drink cris' with the feds when they come for me No cuffs, no guns, they respect a G Number one with a slug, what
L.A. For caking off *****z on them CD's and tapes Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he fake If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese