ya chase me Best waste me Don't hunt bitch down in ya way Or ya make me Reverse the game and wax that ass Stop you from playin' I clear yo block on
comin' back but that's game This is the real, how I wheel and deal First round, draft pick like big Shaquille O'Neal Shit's so dope that I might catch a steal Stud Doogie, Alamo, spin
' you up off the curb So bring your A-game, we bringin' hella pain You disrespect my sip, I'll pop your back like pootytank So if you're ready run it
What you, what you gon' do? What you gon', uh? What you, what you gon' do nigga? What you, what you want? What you gon' do, nigga? Here I go, here I
them niggas lookin' at our shop You don't know you're not suppose ta be around these parts You don't know you goin' in and you might get caught You
The ashma regualtes the breath control so thanks for the tapes And eat your vegetables and yo I write it for me and if you like it that's love And if you
how the cards are dealt I went to jail, you think this bitch love me She used to write me, say she thinking of me But she don't try to play me like a
we'll blooze it Me and Juvie, yo head you'll loose it (T.C) Ain't no coward in me nigga,I'm Young & I'm Thuggin You know me T from New Orleans, and I
thing I'm scared of When you look up in your mirror you see a pussy ass nigga You don't see a boss, hogg, go getta that'll kill you See a candy ol' fear
Bitch niggas want to front and get clapped, get on the floor Clap a second time and make sure I flat line you Let a whole round go, hit niggas behind you
dope, an M.C. you must listen to People say that they be missin' me and missin' you Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to You say fuck,
who's homosexual Some of us are Black Intellectuals, up in Harlem World You can't get with me, so now in Midtown you wanna stop and talk to me? Bitch
, I know you're real high when you hear my voice... Real high when you hear my voice... I know you're real high when you hear my voice... You wanna smoke
, no, no, I told you, I live this shit I ain't just up here, rappin' and tappin' Spittin' and skittin' and shit, naw, not me I'm not you, I'm not you
this, straight Gs, you can tell it?s dope In your face, kid, you don?t need a telescope Smellin' smoke, break the mic, make sure it?s broke [Incomprehensible] , you
some believe in friends But, niggaz, like me believe in making ends 'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around You know the money's got you safe
you security or you got a degree, at USC My uncle, my cousin, or my auntie You could be one time it don't matter to me 'Cuz when you bring your ass to
, now here's the sermon Everywhere you go you hear Mecca from the Vernon Pound for pound, uptown, I get down And bound to spin the record like a merry-go-round