Ghostface Killah] Uh-huh [Ghostface Killah] Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day Groundhog Day, ya
wreck Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
able to put our fingers on what it is But it's different and it's def and it appeals to kids And teens and adults and senior citizens too And I'd be
and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and
but a redneck hoe Him and his kind created this ghetto They can deal with they own creation Move out farther, suburb vacation But it don't work like that Knock at your door and
went to bed one day and then when he woke up um And when he woke up he was, he was up to his head in the dirt And um, he couldn't move and this man came
coast And fuck everybody on the East Eat shit and die Or fuck off at least Fuck pre-schoolers, fuck rulers Kings and queens and gold jewelers Fuck wine
the true meaning Of a modern day hippie Who creates jewels off mushrooms And bombs sticky HOG STYLIN' Mid West Side And Newday And King Tech and Sway
, taking out all my enemies Any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers And memories and that's real, press my hand and see if
' on a hoe in the streets what the fuck don't nobody play from Memphis to the Bay niggas diein' all day over yea shipped with coke and candy cut up into
gon do the barking And the money speak loud, we gon do the talking And what you do with the bread U went to the ghetto and tell 'em Su Woo bred And I'
stomach Ooh, I like the way it move when she do only when she dance Got move got me thinkin' 'bout gettin' in them pants Then I cut off some brand new
I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire Up a fence runnin', cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire Shits crazy, just a different day, its
as we hit the spot so I can hit the ho twice and see how much cash she got me and 'dre will hop out when we hit the parking lot and get to flossin' on
of the day And I'll be goddammit if I let a nigga steel me It will not happen I'ma fire about a hundred and fifty shots at 'em And got my glocks rammin
steamin', blazin' nines, pumps and K's and Holly Grove 17th, tha hood where I was raised in (What, what, what?) Niggaz bustin' heads and runnin', duckin' Feds and
We ridin' coming up out of the flames with the K firing (Ride, ride) Hot Boys ridin' our flames firing (Ride, ride, ride) I'm 'bout to make a move so
