locks are weak Peace is cool but there'll never be My mack 11 got you holding more glocks down than Heather B [Chorus x2] Verse 5 (Abel) I'm going
smell death creeping through his inacine flesh I flipped him over, and feeled what I might soon discover Tears fell, oh fuck this was my brother [chorus--silkk x2
walkin' around with beef, with that pistols on us C-4's better I'm callin up some b-more killers To come and bleed you As sure as the sun's in the sky
on the 9 2 o you know We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all
And walk with gun out for cats that wanna start somethin I shine like I control the sun's off-and-on button MC's are mini-me's, my clones at 1/4th the
streets Bald-headed, baggy clothes, on the 6-4's Barbecues, drinking 4-0's, tally hoe You know how it's done in the city The sun flows control, Mr. Shadow
] [A:] Tell me y we fuss n fite? [B C:] 'cause I hug da street evry nite tryna get dis money rite [A:] Y cant u b mah side? [B C:] Ma, stay on grind
, all they do is smoke hi-jo. MC Freek im a lyrical pro. 5,4,3,21 and 0, 5,4,3,2,1 and 0, 5,4,3,2,1 and 0. (Krazy) this 1 standard,this 1 heavy. this
When you feel your hearts guarded And you see the breaks starting When the clouds have all departed U'll be right here with me B rock... Darkchild
up It was over your head all day every day, S-I-N-Y 1-0-3-0-4, Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T Gotta know the time, gotta know to rhyme
Tang Clan for the crown [Chorus 2x] [Meth] It was over your head All day and every day S I N Y 10304 Wu Tang Killa Bees And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T Y'all
:] Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter let her go, let her go, let her go [x2] Honey its getting close to daybreak The sun is creeping
I know that I can see Bunches of people, lookin just like me [Chorus 1 x4: change city/state name each refrain] [1:] New Orleans [2:] Mississippi [3:] Alabama [4
itch And go broke for a b-i-itch The westside is r-i-ich So everybody get the d-i-ick (ha ha ha) I sport Sonar on my wrist, the sun on my fist Never share
y'all is r & b singers [chorus 2x:] Weed That's what we smokin up Hoes That's what we pokin up Dough That's what we foldin up That's all we know about [verse 2
wit da mic devices Bahama-dee be tha' nices bringin' nix rap thing 2 the light like osyrus - 4 tha' 9 pound ex-ced-da-ra-saaloom 2 GangStarr and my
the mask off, put the gun on niggaz (Uh-hu) Ya niggaz better do what I say like Simon 'cause I'm the nigga that push weight 'cause I'm in My 4-4, long
steaks I'm puttin on my clothes and I'm bout to hit the highway I got to get out this muthafuckin house so I can splurge on this playerz night out Chorus:x2 Verse 4