rocks 'n This perfect getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing while they trailing Better in hell
up And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up 1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, it's the art of war It don't stop, it won't stop until
stop, and it won't stop ??¶ause i just can't quit. This game be runninthrough my veins with nothinbut platinum hits. And nigga it don't stop, ??¶
somebody dead And even though we know niggas bust back Big bullets givin' muthafuckas heart attacks Unload Tat-tat-tat-tat Krayzie Bone never did roll with no hoes Hell
it on his forehead make some moves Send flowers straight to his home Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong dead
it on his forehead make some moves Send flowers straight to his home put a card in the motherf**ker send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong dead
And as I hold back the tears my eye-wells swell I been praying for heaven, I been living in hell And these niggas in my age group is dead or either
I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop
, boy And when you gon' get it in your brain The gate's wide open and the dog's off the chain I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya, stop frontin
bad Goddammit, you think you bad You really think you bad Well, I'm bad, I'm bad But don't get mad What can I say that you don't already know I stay dead
yeah, party people Here we go Party people, rock the house Ya'll want some more? Ya'll want some more? Let me hear ya say 'yeah' Let me hear ya say 'hell
shorty alright with me the way she gettin' low, i'm like, "yeah, just work that out for me" she asked for one more dance and i'm like, "yeah," how the hell
and you can leave this bitch" I cant believe this shit What in the hell?! If that?s the only way out then you can show me my cell Look, tell niggaz stop
low)I'm like yeah just work that out for me She asked for one more dance and I'm like yeah, How the hell am I supposed to leave? and I said (CHORUS
fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell
's what I am 'cause the man's a pure pro Yo my man you got a light? Yeah, give me the effin' money too G, yo stop stop stop Took the money then I dipped
the Cris' and the women at Y'know, twenty-three with a hell of a flow Six with no steering wheel, I just tell it where to go, uh "Stop, make a right
, uh, ha (T Squaders, T Squaders) You can't stop T Squad, you can't stop T Squad Can't stop it, can't stop it Somebody call the cops For us to stop'