die and I hope my mama really loves me 'Cause daddy's bye-bye, inner pride with the Ripsta Let 'em hit ya with the scripture Picture me locked out and smoked out with
don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga Better check my manuscript, drugdealer, killa, cabbage peeler Thug with Lil' Ripsta number one with
took over the muthafucka Learned the devil's tricks an how to run this shit I had a fall out with satan, and called his son a bitch Repeating satanic
ll be just fine Got somethin buggin all of my peoples (What) In the back of a Caddy Juppin' outta Caddies, spreadin' through alleys In Cleveland and Cali like daddy and Oh, no, love, for
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone] Got no love for the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. Got no love for the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. [Verse 1: Krayzie
69. Real lit, smokin' the finest vintage wine, talkin' bout time with me and you wanna to be something more than just a dime to me. fine with me (
Real lit, smokin', the finest vintage wine, talkin' bout time with me And you wanna to be something, more than just a dime to me [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] The bitch
mentality for fuckin' with the street life, street life [street life.] Krayzie: Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're ready for
sick of bein' humble, give ya everything you come here for, so come on, ho. Sawed-off, slim, it don't matter. I got somethin' for him and him, and then
and try to understand How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back So I just say thanks for
care? You have the right to abuse and treat my people Like they're animals on the street? I'll be damned Your bloods will flow with the hands of the black man
letters A cold thing just when a nigga reach his gold man You hand him a case for easing out the dope game and I?m Watching us unfold with the times
could you sleep wit that? Jepordize everything, just for searchin for larger life Sacrificin the whole family, with no regards to Christ Funny how people can take this shit for
thinkiin he got a bottom bitch Stop with the sentimental talks at night if you're pillow talkin then you oughtta quit When the heat comes with the quickness, lookin for the witness man
, this ain't Levert, Sweat and Johnny Gill This is rap for real, somethin' you feel You catch a chill when you hear the Mobb bang through your stereo It's heavy metal for the black people
the name callin in my hood, you try to disrespect and we gon' do ya somethin good. Said that, meant that, represent that. Get yo ass fucked out for tryna
looking at her face to ask her why she crying for I'm so fresh I'm wondering why I didn't design clothes This rap shit is something that you gotta be designed for