and defeated, I traveled the world for you I'm not quite sure if you know I'm here for you Cause I'm the one that is a pissed off son-of-a-gun We're
out, fuck rapping We gun clapping, the sharp shooter It be the case with the stolen ruger And left the prosecuter puffing on the Thai ruler Son, my five
to do it while I'm constantly growin I've been learnin a lot, and still earnin a lot of money crazy Doin my thing and securin a win for all my babies [
tryin' to stop a strike. His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand
', "Shoot don't please" I put my fifth back on my hip, it's like a VCR rewindin' a hit He put his hands back on his bitch, my caravan doors open up I
about 90 trying to catch him We spotted the bastard, said commence to shooting at him Somebody was riding in the trunk The bitch flew open, that was a nigga with a
.O." (Okay) And I'll prove it when I red line a buck three, oh Hoes wit' it but never gave a fuck before I'm frontin' a hundred on top, and ones below
sayin' It's like, it's like a short stripper And she's just saying, it'll never work You know I'm sayin', what really It's like a motherfucker opened up a
Okay cool as long as the sucka don't touch her Nigga get the urge and can't control his hand Get a body bag cause mauh he's a dead man She was coolin
to be thinking that I won't pop a trunk if you feeling like a punk from the he said she said life's not a choice, it's a win or lose so what's it gonna
't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark A world so dark, a world so cold A world where only
the past experiences We really been to war, hand to hand like *** sales Bill the man, the man they try to kill off the blackmail Females left to raise up a son
Whoa) Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!) We open up they mind like yo (yo) cause, you can't touch me [Chorus] Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa) Turn a
jump like a frog to a tadpole Gag it up, sliding through the ER, batted up A tube in your dick, you can't piss when standing up Hands is shaking, doctors
My whole crew's fresh out the bars Diggler, a.k.a The Cab Driver Drop him off in the middle of fire Dirty Island, drag bodies to the murder land Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand
I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze (Get the mic on, I don't know what happened, son (I just lost my mind, son) People talking to me and
golden childs that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..... Cuz if I had a
