rentin' Still yacht flyin', still killin' fish, still killin' clicks The fifth out, don't even breathe out And gonna with the ill thieves, slick hammers
with disobeyin the law One false move and ill be back in the yard,(This is for my thugs) If i had a choice i wouldn't do it again Ill unload the clip
gonna burn one down (Mic on rapid, know what I'm after, nigga) Burn one down And I'm gonna burn one down (Crew or click, wheover you get, nigga) Burn
last chance 50) and i dont mean sing it let that new bitch witch do that, whadd up baby(whadd up baby) ill fuck you and ill smurf ya head(Haha) D-Block
keep hope alive I'm down with the b-boys, FUCK the Jackson 5 You jive-ass turkey, a-pit-apitta-a-aperk be You can get ill, but don't, HURT ME, HURT
' them now Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split Plus combined lines so minds demolish a click Still burn MC's like Everclear, never fear With razor sharp skills so ill
, I keep shit hot like a canish, yeah Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish My roughest niggaz in the Apple on Coolidge Remember White Shadow? My click
quick My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip Don't say shit, bitch 'cause niggaz with the lip bit Ain't one in the gun, 'till it go click click
Who gon' dock you? I'm comin' at you like a tackle To leave a personal scar in your chest like a tattoo Seis'll clap you, put your dick in the dirt Click
Colabo (Mmmm) Italiano (what) Ya know da deli Aha, Aha Dirtman Hey yo, Hey yo, Hey yo (Dirtman) I spit that killer shit white gorilla shit nobody ill
Different colors in my chain, oo count thing people hatin on the count but they won't swing stripe clubs ain't nothing but a G' thang G strings ill be
him and his hoes You don't like it? Here's my dick, bite it There's nuttin' you can do about the real one It's a ill sum with the ill juice, I'm the funky
became the attack Hurt a little friend with a bullet car jacker That I won't do anything for the looper When I've reached the Hill I strap when I swoop Click click
's right We Latin-thug type, gat-blasters Weed smokers, money holders that's right Rhyme for my neighborhood banging out hits For ever backing up that Cypress Hill click
An' all the girls around the world That love how it's goin' down Now that the gates wide open, it is I who they runnin' from Little with the ill crossover
O, K It don't matter what another man say I'm gone still do it all my way 'Cause I'm slick like C-Bo's quick I don't wanna be down with yo gross click
the maitre'd, "Bring your best bottle of wine," And then she tipped him a dime The wine arrived, we made a toast let's try to keep it all in the midst, click
for the cool crown How you like me now? I terrorize rap music What manner of creature could do this? Canibus stupid Retarded, autistic artists You click