a stack of presidents up Got dice shooter slang, need a pistol to hang But the P understand 'cause the ghetto is fucked Lick a shot for the fiends that
rap artist missin old dude is from the old school he abide by the old rules and our pro-tools, is 38 longs The crime rate will inflate, and the murder rate is
of mcs on this microphone But this is your microphone, right? "yeah, yeah, it's mine" I mean, what I really wanted to know is, Is this really
, Terror Squad Case closed casket closed, but this is not a close call But is over for y'all brains splattered on the wall Arms is missing, everything we seek the truth
at all that and it makes me sick I wanna grab them motherfuckers make em swallow a brick So I grab anybody I can find Beat a fiend in the head with a
last in the race You get high and tell a lie and think that makes you the ace DUMB GIRL (stupid!) THE GIRL IS Now you're a stupid sex fiend, with no
there is where I learned black history And how to be the best that I can be I went back and now the school is closed There is nowhere for black youth
Momma name me Joc 'cause I do the damn thang When I throw the dick, they come back like boomerangs Beat the pussy up like a old beat machine 'Whoomp, There it is
the graveyard chamber Danger, danger stranger is major Enter the graveyard chamber Ah, here a moan the night is dark and feel fear You're lost, cold
[Fat Joe] I don't give a fuck about you duke The truth is you be talkin shit with no proof Still pussy after all that loot Smack you right in front of
When life seems hopeless It make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches, helps to get it off my chest cause Im so stressed and all i here is
a black man with a black need They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend I wonder if knows that my income is more than His pension, salary and then some Your daughter is
rhyme book? Got bitches on top of the Phantom And the Pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that And you already know the X is
by many, confronted by none I trust two guys one's God and one is my gun Jada is the nice guy, Kiss is the monster D-Block and double R is my sponsor
me? Hustlin', hopin' the fiends trust me Talkin' to us, hold up, let me walk you through this Wannabe pimps, hoes, often shooters Niggas need to know what the truth is
just me? Hustlin', hopin' the fiends trust me Talkin' to us, hold up, let me walk you through this Wannabe pimps, hoes, often shooters Niggas need to know what the truth is
Fat Boy did that, didn't nobody help me MJ to the G Do you really wanna get buck? Then tell the truth, I don't give a fuck Each day is a blessin', I
yo, I can spit Damn, I'm just like Dirt in the booth I'm the truth, I don't need to go to church in a suit Each verse is the proof, I drink a 100 Proof
