fuckin cop killin', geyeah I gang bang with the slang from the hub G I'm killin 'em off taken 'em down you'll be R.I.P. I guess that's the way your
can't bite my shit, it causes fiascoes My rhymes is designed, drinkin tobasco I'm dippin, rollin, that's the way the (?) bowl D.P.G.'s bowl, R.O.C. soul
the dark and all See 'em all runnin through the parkin lot Give a fuck homeboys 'cause we sparks it off I'm a R.A.W. dog assassin from the D.P.G. And
see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low [Jay-Z] Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler R-O-C, D-P-G motherfuckers.. .. hold up love You know Jigga
Now walk it out now to left now to the right Now walk it out I got the hood J-U-M-P-IN Now J-U-M-P [Hook x4:] [Verse 2:] Me, I'm aint scared of nothing
chorus: Biggie Sound] I'm so gangster I'll send up this letter to the gangsta queen I'm so gangster R.I.P. To B.I.G. [verse 2: Biggie Sound & (Rah Digga
Kay Slay, for holdin it down wit me Aight, and before we shut it down, aight I wanna bring my man out, the A&R behind this, aight The A&R executive
real sick People from other cities use to drive from miles Just to come to get a taste of this A.T.L style I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player
wood, powered up feeling good Little engine that could, beat the block for it's stock Turn around and swap game for a political job R.I.P. to Pab aka
me, with this great hit Yo, I'm chillin with Seed and Stone, Bizzy I'm thinkin about my boy Towe too But Big G, R.I.P. man, we love you [echoes] [beat
stay quiet Dona??t try it, spark owls Or riot Fly into the D.I.A. Not D.O.A. My fam R.S.V.P. A hundred miles away From destruction and death Thin air
grip like no other can Wanna be like me be a G like me But I'm the nigga that made a G Outta the bitch D-R Eazy I was the captain Dre was my sidekick
like no other can Wanna be like me be a G like me but I'm the nigga that made a G Outta the bitch D-R Eazy, I was the captain Dre was my sidekick, everything
Others say I'm dope and the others think I'm bitching No crowd can avoid the D O to the C When I'm P E R F O R M I N G On the stage, see the simple fact
Yeah, yeah, ya'll already know what it is, pimp T.I.P., king of the motherfuckin' south BGizzzy, let's do it homie Grand Hustle, pimp, Chopper City in
Beans R U to the G-S, maneuver the ve Throughout the U.S. with two teks of keys One start up your whip and the other start up your block Retarded just
me cookin' up dem chickens just like j.r. crickens My partner from new york he gave me a beak He need 9 on tha 13th at 20 a piece I copped 15 g's from
back route Me an P countin G's, choppin up keys up in the crack house The baddest 2 brothers since Billy an Jessie James P would you blast (Master P: