on the trigger of this glock that's right on the little shit you got left to help you eat you not Pac's songs without laws will help you sleep you
come up Shootin' at the breeze the local emcees Stylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here 'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain?t playin
to laugh So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more You niggaz wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more You can't say shit to Kanye West
me I need you to spend time with me [Ardis] I brang the heat You want to play? It ain't a thing to me You say you changed, you look the same to me
like Crockett and Tubbs, Got you higher than the drugs that they make in bathtubs. Ambush and push through with muscle, Push come to shove, I got you
't mean that you should just forget it I mean you work and you push, and you sweat, and you toil And you strive, and drive till you get it shadow dreams
You and your girl with this record on Your radio or stereo, I don't know I love you so, is what you'll be sayin' while this record's playin' You reminscin
you weak jealous motherfuckers If you a jealous motherfucker, you just a weak motherfucker See when you on top, motherfuckers just wanna bring you down
it You wanna get your ass smacked up So you can dig into the stash that I stacked up But when my Queens, niggas flashed then you backed up Keep my dogs
bout the cheerios I ain't ATM, make 7-figure digitals But I ain't here to brag, I'm here to dance See what you can do in them Passion pants You wear
You can't breathe, you can't sleep, you can't eat without thinkin about us! Without thinkin about us to the end! We gonna kill you heartless motherfuckers
you belong You cannot tell me that you don?t miss Bobby You cannot tell me that you don?t love Bobby, no more You cannot tell me that you don?t miss Bobby You
you really want? What you really want, is that what you really want? We hit you with the heat is that what you really want? What you really want, is
'm resting alone Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone Me without you is like a stickman without
I thought they was buggin' 'Cause to us Uncle Sam, is Hitler without an oven Burnin' our black skin Buy my neighborhood then push the crack in Doin
Intro: [An interview with Xzibit] [I] I want to ask you, what is more important to you guys? All the money that you guys are talkin' about? Or
we been doin dis. E 40: Last Deezy Last Don. MP: Bay Area playa nigga. E 40: This E Feezy Fonzareezy your weepilation up out the Yea Area all day erytime. Like dis here
if you cant beat em then you pop em, You cant man em then you mop em, You cant man em then you drop em, You drop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher
