never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) See I went straight to the pros Who done done it like me, breakup The flow
, wicked now it's on I murder your whole city Nigga like frank nitty's hideous insidious Niggas betta give me respect when I flex Comin' tech flows like
know when sexual activity happens And tears start to flow time to go They come with a big package in back Chest is twice that, but the fatal attraction
the West coast (Rap on the West, rap on the West) Come follow me PS 53 classmate with Kenny Pound The Cold Crush Brother Watchin' Cassanova Lover, the master flower
What you reppin (Skull gang) What you reppin (Skull gang) What you reppin (Skull gang) [Verse 1 - Juelz] Money longer den a tower call me Mr. Eiffle Tornado flow
fire engineer when I lay this blaze I melt down cracks that's real to save Hit the studio , jars of dro , bars to blow B. Sigel with that arsenic flow
you'd be my girl Whatever you want to get to, baby you grab me and we can go Just a player and his princess May we forever flow and glow (Pop that fly
execution flawless You all wet, soggy, groggy when you saw me But I never tire, whenever I adjust my thrust Females blush, I bring the California gold rush Your flow
luck Cause when I'm in the cut Man there ain't no catchin up I bet ya never heard a nigga with a bigga this flow Bigga this bro gettin ate like a clitoris
my darling From the river in the pines. It was early in the morning In Wisconsin's dreary clime When he rode the fatal rapids For that last and fatal
landing But the start must be soft Soft, soft, soft It must be soft Some men need your attention Every minute, every hour Some women need the proof In every chocolate, every flower
nuts hang Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin' Shouldn't start your gun if you ain't kill nuttin' Now you gotta face the death man got flow
, real grrrl, well, you're golden to your shoes You're really, really, really, really, really, really, real, yeah Yeah, real grrrl, oh, femme fatale with fur Let's flow
Drinking blood A red delightful bloody power My fatal bite The art of the blackest hour I suck your blood An immense everlasting lust Morning grows The
P.L.O., bust like a calico, tally hoe Black expo, Tecs in Afros, we back yo It's Dolomite, crash your windpipe, with the mic device Fatal strike, daily
up in a tune from rockin fat cap I told him it was art but just got laughed at Burner liquid concoction on hot celsius And kelpachlorics for the fatal
execution flawless You all wet, soggy groggy when you saw me But I never tire whenever I adjust my thrust Females blush I bring the california gold rush Your flow
money and mack murder wack rappers My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat cha When I get at cha, the situation tenses Fatality before you ever