tell a lie, don't be false or untrue It all comes back to you Open fire, on my burning heart I've never been lucky in love My defenses are down A kiss
The faster, the better, blood, leather, the baby sledge Case hitters me, I'm the point man Give less than a damn about anything, just let my hammer swing Come
yo raps intact See me on that big screen and think shits sweet Diarrhea music when I let this hot shit leak Uhh, take heed and listen when a real nigga speak Or slide down
you cherish is close to me so don't testify Straight up hood nigga, made it rappin' Yeah, caught a break My life put down in words, homey That's some real
all types of shit I have your ass plugged up to all types of shit And I show you, dog, how your life can get And every thing all real fuck what you might
last proposition, I'm treatin' rap like crack If I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the competition Don't take it personal, gotta go to jail and if I come
, had no clothes Had no food, had no dough, had no hoes Shit was real thirsty back in them times Like Martin Lawrence a 'Real Thin Line' I ran across a few real
, with no shows Using no flows, just Arm 'n' Hammer and four O's Gimme low-do's and a connect, that Neva closed And watch me lock it down from North County
. What? nah hear what Im saying, Im a boss i run this place ad i ain't ever once seen your face. Cant you see that my car broke down, gangster for life
When I come thru there sweatin, like lee Evans and when I drop bars yeah the question beckons am I comin for that number1 slot or will I come second
hammers out, (where?) Pecknarm, black bandana town, Slap that banger round, Clap that faggot down. *Verse 2* The pain in my head says, That my life
Ohhhhh senorita when the evening sun go down I come to serenade you from another part, of town Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the
they don't want jackshit, them niggas fronted When it came down to stackin' mills and smackin' grills Them patty-cake niggas thought that they needed to chill When all the real
PA to PV, nigga Bun Beeda, DJ Premier Legends, in the, game You don't know? Now you know, bitch! Threw ya hoe-ass around, while real niggaz come down
lookin' like you just repped wrong You done slimmed down a bit, got caught with the hammer Steal banners, medical examiners, clocked live hammers For real
to freedom yo you ain't gonna need em your sentence is 25 years to life a ??? is your husband and wife trapped behind the steel the steel of the wheels don't come
like come on, come on motherfuckers Come on motherfuckers, come on Come on motherfuckers, come on Come on motherfuckers, come on Come on motherfuckers, come
last proposition, I'm treatin rap like crack If I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the competition Don't take it personal gotta go to jail and if I come
