jacked out niggaz I'm not gonna to patch out niggaz these niggaz don't really give a funk about yo snitch ass never in yo life met a gat that blast
, my buddy My buddy, my buddy, my buddy Me and you, my buddy My buddy, my buddy, my buddy Me and you Who can fade it, two assassins up on the mic Blastin
playa hate on me? Oh-hoo-hoo, baby Oh yeah, eh-hey Why you wanna playa hate on me? Nobody can help him, so welcome to the land of ski maskes We blastes
can't out-smoke me! The highest niggaz in the industry, an when you see us back stage, nigga pass that weed. B-Legit!! Verse 3 *(B-Legit) I
Ey, dis D-Roc from the Ying Yang Twins (yup) and i got Da Muzicians, Big Countrie, and B Gizzle to help me show yall how ta walk Dis is a new dance, right
Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Ohhh Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Ohhh [Katy B] Tryin' to (Oh, Oh, Ohhh) treat every time like the last first like my last, I'm ready for the blast [
a gat I'll have to bust your ass or feel the blast of the shot glass full of jack and smokin' hash (Chorus: B-Real) (So can you handle this) They can
[B-Real] Who wants the wrath, it must be the hood who's up to no good, and wishes a man would come up and give him a reason to blast on.. I wouldn't put
true to you Stand alone for the cheddar and they'll be through with you The highlife yeah, the highlife The highlife yeah, the highlife You gotta hang out with B
Yeah bitch Dogpound and Cypress you fuckers What you think about that? You brother's don't got it B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle My nizzle, you gon
Intro Straight from the Psycho Ward Once again Verse One: B-Real Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal Lookin' around, paranoid devoid
Hit you with the blizzard, cut your circuit with my scissors Shorts'll get crossed while you're in the crossfire You get blasted, you dumb ass bastard
real great? Check out the story to the glory of the real estate Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker Another fly verse straight from the deficit Another scripture of B
my dick, bite it There's nuttin' you can do about the real one It's a ill sum with the ill juice, I'm the funky feel one" Sen'll psycobeta, blast ya
was hard as me, I'm as hard as you Cut throats and bud smoke, I'm a East side loc So, don't let the crossover fool ya I've been down since '81, L.B.
like that Or no one will rap with me 'Cept one, you asked who is it? [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] Guess who just came through the blast, you b-tches With
and bothered, turned on like an appliance Defiance, no we won't have that You want your shit to blow up? Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack And blast