life, long live, Pimp C And I?ma never let a nigga pimp me, I?ma keep it 100 ?Cause that?s exactly what the Trill do Ain?t nobody tellin' me what I won
Almighty can muster Project prophet, chronic blockage gives Alzheimer's to youngsters Amongst them is me, can't remembers my beefs With who? For what?
what And keeps some chicks in my whips And they always just fuck my head up I'm like whatever God, ain't a nigga better guard? I rock a Neptune's beat like it's
S The first nigga selling crack with a black G S I like the Lex, nigga so I copped the shit And now it's summer time now, so I dropped the shit Whenever
ear You know what time it is, crime it is, no matter what rhyme it is We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits Based on a general's fist of fury
rags of kush, heavy drags Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat The leg
back, I'm a beast, holmes It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown Your momma missing
guns Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the night If police hunting was right He's seeking for justice Off point bulletin On a black male Jamaican
in my hand It's the silence of the lamb, go and cop another gram And twist with your zanny, work your set, work it down What's your net working plan?
owe 'em {"Put some money on it"} You could be that dude in cement shoes or the next soft nigga on this evening's news Rap beef, street beef, breeze through
and now you looking defeated Girl grilling my ice got you heated (yeah) Yep beef with the nitty I never needed (wha-wha) What fags are true I know what Mack's
I flex like Lex Lugor So who's next to get Scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba? We do maneuvers like Super Dave Always with a group of babes Sayin', "Mami's
it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm Like a Don's supposed to, Sean Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers And switch to All Stars
when I'm on it, I'm open like a pore Yo, you say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at While you bustin' caps, I drop the (Da bomb) Mmmm, now what you
it's too late What? You know we got it locked way out of state What? Better run for cover for it's too late What? You know we got it locked way out
or the black Mazaratti through the hood (Woo) Remember when we used to play karate in the hood (Yo) Now my rims look like ninja stars Nigga I been a star
or the black Mazaratti through the hood Remember when we used to play karate in the hood Now my rims look like ninja stars, nigga I been a star I remember
Eh-yo, Kinetic What up God? You got that glock cleaned? Soaked those bullets in oil? So yo, I'ma call the Black Knights up And North Star from down in