, peace. T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S
by a bus (hit by a bus) death is sweet (death is sweet) hell sucks (sucker) Damien probably wishin I'd donate a f--k this s--t's chiller than any conversation
sippin' on Tanqueray With my my mind on my money and my mouth fulla gan-jay R A G to the motherfuckin' E Back with my nigga, S N double O P Yeah, and
claimin' D.P.G. Till the day I D I E Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo You don't wanna step to me Still claimin' D.P.G. Till the day I D I E Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
and a half, heavyset, chocolate brown Hell of a jab, gift of gab I'm the elite, keep it underground like street level I rock a Rolex watch with a diamond
' slick, he gon' beats this shit Choppa will, it's gonna hit you quick Splack-a, Splack-a duck bitch Betcha can't work this streak like this Flip a P
your monkey mouth So everybody swing with me D-r-e, o-b-g from the c-p-t It's on again so tell a friend We got it poppin Me and bg knocc out swingin back
governments Shit is nursery *gimmie a d* Diggin my dick all inside your chick Dominate the heavyweight division Rhymin district *gimmie an e* Everlasting slang Eternal ebonics Lyrical e
ass B-boy two triple O 'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O A space age hip-hop superhero I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O A space age hip-hop superhero
), bet she know a playa (yeah) Money over here (woo!), you way over there You got swag? Tell me why I'm supposed to care? M.O.E. is me, you are more
me I dip a bullet in syrup and you can O D on chopped and screwed bullets competition die slowly I?m like the man named Pac, on a whole other level plus
on Squat Now we'd like to introduce to you, Ad Rock Ad Rock in the house you don't stop It's the B E A S T I E B O Y S with the most finesse Don't mean
, trying to relight ya lime It's a crime when I drop online's design That tick, tick boom, blow your mind Yeah me, M E T H the O the D Can't be done
S-P-O-T Leave without a motive or a C-L-U-E So get the bozack, E The MC Grand Royal on the microphone Terrorist, mafioso, A.K. E Capone I'm no joke
a liar face Pick up the pieces, yo GIMMIE AN I Intelligence eliminates all irrelavance Icon of immaculate rhyme common sense GIMMIE A P Powerful professional Poppin my pistol Make a
the holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D
holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D
P-p-p unit, you pussy, ass, nigga P-p-p unit, you pussy, ass, nigga P-p-p unit, you pussy ass, nigga Who the snitch?, You the snitch Who the bitch?,