C B-O-N-E If you need some back-up find Jerome, ya girl gonna give you grief at home Just tell these hoez wanna be on the same team that she's layin
you know nothing 'bout that man The nigga the B.I.G. is high in flight like value jet You thinking about the B team 'cause my end is never met nigga
face With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin' clean-up so it worsens People and persons on the opposite teams
a household name Weatherman tellin' us It ain't goin' rain So now we sittin in a droptop Soaking wet In a silk suit trying not to sweat Hittin' somersaults
the hell wanna stop me? I hated those who doubt me A million refugees with unlimited warranties Black Ceaser, datin' top divas Diplomatic legalese, no time for a
should huddle, your teams shook y'all feel The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel But the Q.B
your teams shook y'all feel The wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel But the q.b.
these boys running like Forest So salute me like a general, first place, never last Always on top and I'm a chief like a Seminole Got the game in a
daily recruitin' there's a tough law Everyday in the ghetto We start 'em off little, we give 'em a bottle And a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it
fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and a nigga like me Ya couldn't go wrong
and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and a nigga like me Ya couldn't go
ya feel me And, it's supreme, a few niggas on my team Bonafide hustlers 'bout that cream We'll cut a nigga, gut a nigga, shut a nigga up For my paper
It's big as a golf ball Just like them perfect titties It's pressing against the wall And while we tossing dollars They be staring at my team You wishing that a
with a shit load of prior's Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGuyvers Deep sea dive for the fishscale Tryna find a better price, man that ship sale Take a
'Til they talkin' through that glass like, ?See you in a minute'? That's not the Bigg Boss Dogg I've been in it since a youngin', I'm a Eastside hogg
bleed on yo own Go home write a song about how I did you wrong How I drink petron, and blow a lotta green And they?s playas on my team like b-la and
stand out like a nigga on a hockey team I got goals, and I can like a pop machine I come clean Like a fiend in Chi I'm down with rehab My stutter