all about? All this makes me wanna shout, c'mon now Problems, complications and accusations Dividing the nations and races of empty faces, a war is taking
whole head red like Peg Bundy. You're hilarious, thanks for all the laughs - You're garbage, so I'm taking out the trash. You, shit on me? C'mon baby
, send em in (c'mon) What you waitin for, let the freak show begin How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz) Mercedes, c'mere baby, you
's uptown You knew I was comin to put it down so what now? It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down in the five-speed, smirkin then pull up
see a nigga with some hot shit I'ma help yo ass out on what a bitch think when a nigga got some cheddar Girls be like (A LOON)! Take that, get money,
I'm filthy, c'mon Make this money, take this money Ain't no way you can take this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it, honey Take it money, now let's
to crush This master rapper and take his throne A simple job, he had no crew, he stood all alone Assassins came in groups of one through five With raps
where they are? He said, "I know where they be" Let's peel their caps back Let's peel their caps back Twelve o'clock midnight, posse was airtight Twenty-five
same Because money changes everything [ ROUND 1: Donald D ] Once again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five
'm just rollin' in the black five hun' I used to low ride, now it's just for fun I had five cars, but now I got one Hard to keep up ballin' when you'
m back in the place to be The I, the C, the E, the T I'll never get a Grammy, so fuck the G All I need is crowd, and my M I C Got a gangster ass D.J.
throw up Westside' What up, Blood? Yeah cuz, we just tippin' Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my feet Stop and C-Walk to the beat Game, take
, wearin' the four five It ain't to play games witchu It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereens Cocksucker take
More, more, more, milly More, more, more, milly [Verse 1 - Birdman] Yeah, ostrich pearl white candy paint job fly Big timer on the loose Got my bitch riding five
say she finnin' cum Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy E Five letters, Y-M-C-M
take it Pullin' the pistol on another black man was never the plot But sometimes a brother will shoot for wealth and try to take my spot They come like
boy Forty-five by my side No, the nigger dies Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the Refugees It be more niggas than the N.A.A.C.P. Comin' up on weed