grow and grow and grow And get dough and roll and ride Niggaz die and mommas cry Niggaz got alibis and suicides and homicides And three strikes and yo' life and
la From now on you'll be history. You'll be history, you'll be history, you'll be history. And we will glorify your name. You will be a bust, be a bust
you from We all can get dumb, insane and Turn the party out Without a doubt Unless You them niggas who ain't got no clout Lbc and b what? Uh, my crew
where you from, we all can get dumb, insane And turn the party out without a doubt Unless you them fools who ain't got no clout Lbc and beware of my crew
spot And told us all how to ride for the West Coast To my peoples if you with me where you at Throw your dubs in the air, and wave 'em like you just
and leaving a ball of rappers with heads roast And bringing that universal dopeness to the East and West Coast And really no one the best, though is God Allowing you
rockin from Virginia and seein the Q Club People looked at me and said "Why you DJ'n?" "I loved +Oh Baby You..+ and you're a rock singer
y'all, and bless the mic for the gods [Canibus] This game is Chinese chess Countless issues need to be addressed Before the East nukes the West Totalitarianistic
who you think you grabbin? The god can never lose, so you know it will never happen Lyrically making you sleepy, you'll need a nap when I slap you with
And all the ignorance And hatred in the ice just melt And for the first time in years The truth get felt And from the streets To the burbs to the west and east
Rico Yelling, yelling, yelling away Going, going, going away And fly away Yelling, yelling, yelling away Going, going, going away And fly away All the things you
-swift] We don't give a fuck if you down wit such and such You can still get touched, by the likwit bumrush Better train hard before you face me You better
your enemies guns and have 'em clappin on you shermheads, takin your funds Scarin you motherfuckers to death, give you the runs You better nice up, before you leak and
fake tissue Doggy dogg and big swissal, nigga blow the whistle Smoking on some bomebee to second hand smoke Will get you, hit you, and make you all get
's the minimal, enemies, I pity you Step to me, c'est la vie and I'm killin' you Drillin' you with holes in your chest, you opposin' the best T S, supreme
one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true (That's all I ask of you) When I step in the
one shepherd Her face turns purple and demons in the surb I held my breathe and I left out the wound kinda fertile From the East the light shines onto the West
them glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate You wanna run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and shit And have yo ass tied up and thrown