the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor Remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake I can'
ain't nothin' man I ain't with it Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.A. South Central, I live life the fly way Used to bang and hustle but I traded for
talk about me (talk about me) Don't give a fuck about me I made them read about me (read about me) Don't give a fuck about it I'm livin' rowdy rowdy Fuck
hundred I dont know I love it l-love, love it I got a problem Its nothin nothin nothin nothin Im poppin collars Last week I flossed on em, bitch I made a
R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah And let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah We doin', big pimpin
you ain?t f-cking with You li?l brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block you outta work, I know it?s tough but enough is enough
Tivo then u switch the vibe and listen to L D vo or maybe D M P i tribe called Quest but when u called too much then i called less u would always complain
I'm writing you to Catch you up on places I've been To whom it may concern I refuse to be another being on this earth I'm breathing for a purpose I wanna
before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long
thugs we be Bone Thug, ah Now I'm a thug, seems like every time I come out I gotta prove I'm thug Like a nigga put in work, with his blood It's gonna
it on the D.L. Yeah, but check this out, yeah? When I get there, you ain't gotta worry 'bout nothing Ya heard me? I feel ya 'cause I got the hook-up
you run to? (When the L.A.P.D. see you ridin' dirty, dirty, dirty) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) I
Keep it on the D.L. but check this out When I get there, you ain't gotta worry 'bout nothin' Yah heard me? 'Cause I got the hook-up I got the hook-up
Arrest me, I told you before I wears vest's A born legend by the way of .357 I'm an automatic with static its tragic Mr A-l-K-a-p-o-n-e The last man
, I'm from the hood Nigga, I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck) It's in my blood Since I was little I been hangin' with these niggas And till I die I gon remain
page So I guess that nigga D is up to hit again I kicks the funky shit and coke and stupid like I'm Gilligan I'm P, supposed to hit a lick for a jack
park yeah we stay stylin' Staten Island a.k.a. Shaolin'! Chorus (The Cool Kids) In my city I'm the mayor But I got a key to the city everywhere I'm
that I'm nice right And I ain't got to cram, but in a minute I might write And I don't want that, I want somethin that burn long A lot of money and a