't chill the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your
bust his fuckin' ass I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper so pass the Dr. Fishner Hit me on the 2Way whodi I get witcha Put in on the stove bake it like a pie
Die For the record let it be known - chrome for sale and any one of these niggaz could blow your grill Show your skill - you want war? Hold your steel
fit I play the smart when I hustle on the Van Whip Believe kid, word to mom we come through and make a power move kid on you you and you My man Pop got
can't chill the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your
a whole ounce of herb Word my man I never hit it raw On the strength to-fuckin-day we still get it on, listen [Chorus: Mr. Cheeks] I'm, just your, ordinary
get keys dem and dem is mad tight (is mad tight) set-up organation organize on the block organize...block nobody's slingin on the block eh yo we got
get struck first I bury they body on any planet except the earth I rip up, swell your lip up, it's a stick up Make put your hands up on your head like
you go get back up Load the mac up don't slack up Imma act up on Any mutha fucka that think he got his clown suit on get Stepped on destroy your mind
Q-45 And watch you and your home girls, get excited From the blunt smoking, in the Escalade, sittin' on 25's By the way, where you from? (get 'em) and
