is gon' bring more dough And you know but you actin' like you don't know ****** **** ricochet, Cashis wick-a-way Slumped over, they gon? say, similar to J.F.K O.C
ahhh!, you're zoning I made moves, cut cut! Cut, making move, making move, ahhh! Clear the rhythm A B C D E F G, H I J K L M N O P Q R S, T U V, W
focus on my dope I suggest that you invest in a telescope As I'm kicking hella rhythm, move closer to your television Catch a look just like a hooker catch j
comin, and you know we smoke weed dont fuck with embalmin, cause that shit bad for a G like me, I got to represent that Southside Lil Key-C, I'm showin
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) [Chorus - Bun B - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs and Notorious B.I.G. sample] It was all a dream, thinkin '
a bad ass bitch inside of the car (car) C to the A, D to the I (I), L to the L to the A to the C (C) B to the U to the N to the B, reppin that P to the
Pimp C, Bun B, 8ball, MJG Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil? Weezy Trick Daddy, Young Buck, So So Def, Jermaine Dupri J
suite and tell 'em to fall threw And tell that nigga ESG and Paul wall too I know bun did had been fun wit them freaks, yeah Do it like a G for screw and Pimp C
H-Town in this bitch What up? What up? Me and Pimp about to do it for the city What up? What up? What up? What up? [Verse 2 - Pimp C] Money by the ton
get up in that building You tell L.A. Reid and them niggaz to crack that safe Word up, cause we coming, J-Love Aiyo Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, what up
like O.J., my rushin' yards Them pen, how the meter spray Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, cheeba hay Get off my D-I, then go C the K's Excuse
a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J. Shine, The
Sugarhill, Fatback, Run-D.M.C., EPMD Fat Boys, Redhead Kingpin, Cool C And my man Kurtis Blow, yo The battlefield, the synonym call it the wax The recording
got cuts like venom Doper than coke the boys just def d-j j-azzy jeff on stage getting ill beside me hands quicker than the eyes can see g after he catch
that beat is knockin' to that microphone Turn that *** the *** up, uh, what? Turn it up louder, yeah, uh As we proceed, to give you what you need J.M. mother***, J
when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars We built them radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make, like A-C
, my hopes are gone I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' and my hands is swollen Thinkin' of the G
m pumped You deserve it, now you sit back and jumped (c'mon) Woww, yeah, you're a chump Gettin' choked wit' blunt (huh) What the fuck G are you? I'm rockin