19's gone be turnin, got the wood sternin Joe in the back got the chronic and its burnin smokin chronic leaf optimo, big Po-yo sippin on the 8, idle up
cops wanna run us out but we ain't abandoning shit Cos we from 1-1-8 wit a slum of crazy niggas wit sawn offs, tre-8's, plus nine millimetres WAIT!
(Xzibit talking) Come here Tre, what's up son, come on To whom it may concern, yeah, listen Sorry I'm away so much, yeah, yeah All the sons, daughters
Not Rap Man This Is My Life(My Life) It Was A Gamble But I Rolled Dem Dice(Rolled Dem Dice) Fo' Tre 5 26 8(5-26-8) Yeah Nigga Now The Kid Sittin' Straight
Bunch of loose goons, Keep the muzzle on 'em We all 7-tre, who the fuck wan' what? (Iyye!) I numbs 'em like cocaine raw Starvin' like you part of the V-8
and Chillin on the block then, listenin to Rakim Back of his album filled up with Killer Ben Supreme Magnetic and I wasn't athletic But I ran around with the Tre-8
Cause ain't no bitch nor these kince Aren't ever going to fade me (master p) And if you step to us killers Then you dead Cause I sleep with a hk Tre-8
got five on the trizzay, today is a gizzay Jumped in my chev on the way to the dizzay And I'm a ring ding dong like dre But I'm strapped with that tre 8
tru to the game In other words, would he take one of them 44's you know what I'm sayin' One of them mack 10's, one of them tre 8's or somethin' like
the G'z and this is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the G'z Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys It's 19 9-tre
Guts...Bite Me If You Think I Do Re-Write Me, Dey Say Dat Imitation Flattery So Bite Me I Put Da Tre-8 In Ya Mouth I Make Ya Like It... Dey Say Dat Mimicking
chorus 2x's) (DJ pual verse) yeah now they got me in this cell 'cause this crack man I sell in the haven boy this crack sell well I was in the zone 8
this rap shit flop I'll sling the pussy like Screw this rap shit And you mad rapper bitches 'cause I'm half yo age Spit like 8 bars on some shit That
One two, one two, Keith Murray and Jazze Pha Servin' 'em well and as you all know we are crunk as hell Woke up at 8:30 on a Saturday morn' Grab my remote
subpoena Got that A-Town stomp back in Phillips Arena I'm passin' hoes like collection plates And keep a broad on my squad who on section 8 (Oh!) [Sho
on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8
And A Watch And Yes Nigga, We Da Bess Nigga Like It Or Not Cuz Ya?ll B Writin Dead Weight Like U Got A Red Cape When Da 8 Blass, Ya Fake Ass B Scared Str8
Scrugs, ain't no love, catch me slummed of them fuckin drugs Boys Club bound, lost and found, biggest man around Never try to break me down, ?tre 8?