on his head we comin through rollin Caddy rollin marble red you gotta feel me, that boy comin through Im letten these boys wreck on the mic I thought you
you play us something hot and let this eighteen wheeler Roll my blues away Well, I called her from a phone booth in St. Paul When I asked her if she loved me
on my pager I dont love you I dont hate you but I will misplace you In the gutter for the fuck of it Gangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership
my fo' do' Benz, with the royal blue paint Sometimes you wanna quit, but you know you can't You gotta keep hustlin' or you lose it all If you choose to ball you
What you, what you gon' do? What you gon', uh? What you, what you gon' do nigga? What you, what you want? What you gon' do, nigga? Here I go, here I
and rocks If anything been scoring from me It was ten a ki I let my l'il round hustle As long as they score for me [Lac] Look if I pull up on the block
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it on The West-side nigga, we ballers for real (Ridin' ride on what we be?) For real, I got it bought
triggers and they stabbing kids (stabbing kids) They pose as bad boys up in club scenes Keep the grill screwed, leaving blood stains on blue jeans Then
-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put slugs in your cap and walk through your hood with my mug on call me master p or call me Al Capone a nigga with
street hero But if you ask Serch, you're just a bunch of zeros Too bad 'cause when you're older, you won't have a cent 'Cause you're a product, of the
fuckin' people are real Ring three, the ICP Look if you want but I wouldn't lay a hand on me That's how you get fucked up We'll squeeze your windpipe
?) Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? (Why me? Why me, Lord? Why me? Why me, Lord?) (Why me? Why me Lord? Why me?) Why me? Why me? Why me? (Why me? Why
on me is a big fat bank And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue And if I sue, I won't get nothin back
on freeze in funeral parlors From the slums I come up a phoenix caked up Tryna take what I'm eatin? ?n? came up a dismissive kid You lucky if you allowed
I'm crazy I'm full of dat shit You can catch me by the school zone Wit' my McKinley Blue on wit' a too long That'll have you, you, you and you gone You niggaz hatin' on these boys
you Baby I love you Baby I love you (come on baby) Baby I love you Baby I love you Baby I love you (come on baby) I love to hear you when you call my
im gettin money If its close enough then i see it comin Call me a balla call me what you want Call me a real goon riding in a donk Call me broke cuz
