on my leg Polo men on my tee Jordan aint no kiddin me But I keep 'em on my feet I like a big ghetto booty on a P.Y.T With a 5th Ave S.W.A.G Something
sista I mean her bitch, she never met her best friend or sister I leave that pussy Microsoft like Windows Vista Young toochie, pop that coochie for a goon, hoe Bullet in your boy
'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture
The first of the gang to die Such a silly boy Hector was the first of the gang With a gun in his hand And the bullet in his gullet And the first lost
for bling, bling I represent eight blocks and sing-sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for paper, moves no chaser Bullets
drama I?m honoured I blitz your ass, like a muthaficking lineman Stack of paychecks, with a whole bunch of comma?s Still wear red, like a old 49er Fuck
B-Real's verse] You got the Real-a Swingi' of my nuts Cube Killa Break maself niga, huh! Dick-a lick-a You ain't a killa You a busta Muthafucka Bitch
B-Real's verse: You got the Real-a Swingi' of fmy nuts Cube Killa Break yourself niga, huh! Give a lick-a You ain't a killa You a busta Muthafucka Bitch
] You got the Real-a Swingi' of my nuts Cube Killa Break yourself niga, huh! Dick-a lick-a You ain't a killa You a busta Muthafucka Bitch made niggaz
search of a brain surgeon, a great one. Wait, it ain't funny man it's urgent, I need one. Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun, and an emergency
so green I guess its envy, started with a penny now i?m getting plenty money one time for the city, yea two times for you hey and one time for the city, hey two times for
Hook] One time for the city, yea two times for you hey and one time for the city, hey and two times for you hey [Verse 2] Look here it's raining outside boy fuck a
beat the bump It's like one for the treble Two for the bass Three for the pretty babies up in the place The undeniable Come to the party in a B-boy stance
bullets This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods Get the paper, word to everythin', we a acre up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothin' A
til the end Until one day, lil' Stacy gets shot A drive-by bullet went stray up on her block Now Nicole's stuck up in a world on her own Forced to think
he with a pretty chick, you a idiot Get a record deal and not take it serious Plan to make hits for a long period Hell of a living, shit being on television