caught a nigga and I beat him to death But it's okay, I go jet ski in the Bay Away from New York and go lay up in L.A. I know intelligent niggaz that
, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin' a shit My style
Not just L.A. but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis Every stadium that I go, when will they change Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga Remember
When a motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean, I mean And a nigga be 70 Deep But if a nigga let his motherfuckin' scrotum hang over his shoulder And
two brothers and he They had not been sailing but a long winter's night And a part of a short winter's day When he espied a stout lofty ship Lofty ship
god I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard A born terror, a rebel without a pause I never had a good christmas, so who is santa claus? I
shots I move work on other niggas blocks Leave out the club wit a another niggas watch Body that man and let other niggas watch Only thing worse than a coward, is a
the streets where thugs is dyin' plenty Have to be careful if you die before your twenty I make a vow mi haffi reach before mi seventy Brought up inna this thing just for a
job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like God he shocked it Like a finger in a light socket, too good
thing is gonna be alright, alright, here comes the Stereotype It takes time to get it right, that's right, count on the Stereotype This thing is gonna
m two guns up over the roof Hopin at least one hit your upper gums over your tooth 'cause a lot of niggas jus talkin Wanna kill a nigga on a record
butter, go to cook this To have ya head bobbin like a hunch born uckin' Yo, it's the island were Urban Knights dwell Few blocks from the number six train 'L' Can be a good
runnin' 'cross 12th street Just as I approach the block I spot a jake on the creep Down by Vick's weed spot Made a u-ey up the hill Plus a change of plans
, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds Advocated by the few who do live it Blomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter
wish that she could sleep with him (Sleep with him) Take a stroll with him Wanna creep with him (With him) Roll with him (With him) And turn to a freak
chain my man you tied to the gate First you caught a case, second you caught a fates Third you caught me with your date that was no mistake Good things
I'm already loud maybe it's a little too late Johnny?s taking heads off of all the faggots who hate ?Cause I am good motherfucker, there's a price to
in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what
