Come on, come on Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the So on and so on The I C E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the
get yo' ass in and let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah And let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E
on 'em Shitted on 'em, p-p-put yo' number twos in the air if you did it on 'em Shitted on 'em, man I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em, p-p-put yo'
like the club got glitches Dig it? And when you do that G.T.'s pulling up, yeah Spaceship, E.T.'s in the cut, yeah P-p-pop a bottle just to gettin' my
you say, there ain't no punks over here so follow me Through the fog like I'm S N double O P Let me guide you through the smoke G If only I wasn't travellin
fast the car go Hot summer days, long Vegas nights We bet it all baby, welcome to the fast life (Malice verse 2) R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G Word on the street
the way down to Baghdad Stabbing the p-ssy and jabbing like I'm Zab Judah And plummet her p-ssy with plungers like I'm Roto Rooter Beat the p-ssy til
A-T E-M-P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing The break of dawn Then keep on rockig it Can you tell me something
niggaz spliting wigs A couple fucking g's nigga it can get did Straight from the hood And I represent the street Send money to the pen Still fucking with C (okay!) R.I.P
, Big punk forever, to more terror forever Yeah, streets is ours, come on, now I mean It ain't never gonna stop, search, Raul, J.P. fa' ev'r come on
[Verse 1 - Fabolous] First off I'm a motherfuckin' G-E-N-E-R-A-L, word to the K shells In this chopper I will p-p-p-p-pop 'em, Make it sound like helicopters
buckshots [Bizzy] I got some unfinsihed business So won't ya's come up with me K, bring the P-U-M-P Lay, bring the G-A-G-E 'Cause there's this gang
to Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember Like The Juice Crew U to the G to the K P A Playa Miss me bout that U-ing nigga next up is J R Uh
and treat yourself, go buyin all o' my *?Kamale*? As soon as we get home you can 'ject my bone all night long, right from wrong Long Range Pimpin, L-R-P
a stink now J A D A 'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that Do it Holiday Style Double R is comin' for
[Ghostface Killah] Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of canned goods Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots Living
Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down Aiyyo, fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout, think you playin' wit? Double R, G
P and Kiss was like fuck that we gettin' you off We up in there, the rest of these labels are soft Mario had a meetin' or two Brought us to the U N I V E R