pussy on the left hand side, right (All singing together) Jump up on the Bone's dick and ride Pass the pussy on the left hand side Bone, bone, bone,
final touches, Orajel for the numbness. Then I hit the corner with a handful of bread crumbs, nigga got the dum-dum for ya [for ya] and I pump on approach
Krayzie: Yeah, come on, come on, come on. This is my family. This is my family, my family. Layzie: Lord, help make up my mind. Which way do I turn
get no bigger I'm five five, still knockin' out tall, niggaz We real niggaz plottin' on dummies with tall figures Real niggaz. hands on forty caliber
is not a sequel, sequel Soon as I approach in Please do not approach him Or you will need a little more than Ibuprofen B.I.G. Please try and test us One hand
stop They want my head on the chopping block I wont die, nah Most kings get their heads cut off Keep on climbing 'till you reach the top Keep on coming
move, choose me [MC Lyte] How I look working for a nigga in a cuffe' If I was on a track you couldn't produce me With them shits on your wrist looking
myself Until I see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will Not just another drop in the ocean, ocean Watch the fingers close When the hands
Yeah , come on Hey Ma, what's up, let's slide, alright, alright And we gon' get it on tonight You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good 'Cuz we
I always got my stunnas on Stunnas on Stunnas on Stunnas on Stunnas on, got my stunnaz on Stunnas on Stunnas on Stunnas on Stunnas on, got my stunnaz on Stunnas on Stunnas on
up in your shell about a dozen You never see bank like Frank White Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands
Meth? Gotta wait your turn I spit a .41 revolver on New Year's Eve With the mic in my hand I mutilate MC's The most slept on since Rip Van Wink My shit
an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries All eyes I be, on the quest for
changed, same shit stains, in the business Approach me, play me closely, hopin' hopefully (Keep hopin') Before I slip I let you know that I'm on to ya Your hands
'm mack daddy bitch, fuck her friend I saw your homegirl, she said whats up with us I said nothing, fucked her on a tour bus She got it good too, dicked down on
really don't take too long But a white girl's always tryin' to turn ya on With a little squeze, but it's just a tease Give her some time, she'll be on
before I hold yo ass contempt of court Ya honor, just be cool, let me approach that bench And sprinkle seasonin' on yo ears on how I choked that beeutch
motherfucker whos sharp got his shit together who knows I'm the one he wants you know to look at me dead in my eyes grab my hand on the sly step to me