body then, Country caught a body then I popped a couple niggas then Country shot everybody It's cold blooded it's real shit you got to love it Three
Well I'll just skip the boring parts chapters one, two , three and get to the place where you can read my face and my biography. Here I am, I'm eleven
Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps They on stare While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (Rock in it) Like the little ball inside the spray can Providing three
fire with fire of love Burnin' down the house All wet, and you might need a raincoat Shake down, my dreams are walkin' in broad daylight Three hundred sixty-five degrees
an assassin [Bizzy] My father went in the pen when I was 'bout two or three They had caught him (Jail ain't shit!) For manslaughter and murder in the first degree
fendis? We twist and pop Henny, gettin wet on the daily, and Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught A one to three degree
knew her hist'ry, Bobby knew her French Bobby knew how to keep the boys in suspense She'd tease with a touch, she'd tease with a kiss I was three long
It's ninety-three degrees, and the radio says a storm front's movin' in. Sure is hot. There's a double feature down at the Fox, but everybody's seen it
It's ninety-three degrees, And the radio says a storm front's movin' in. Sure is hot. There's a double feature down at the fox, But everybody's seen it
real playa mash to this I know it's heaven for g's, m-11 to squeeze 'bout an ounce, and body counts, to drop pass seven degree's I'm a neva go home, blastin
3 Not only you and me Got one eighty degrees And I'm caught in between Countin' 1, 2, 3 Peter, Paul & Mary Gettin' down with 3P Everybody loves *** Countin' Three
right Cuz I'm like So in another league I throw my pitches At different degrees And I Sparil my pigskins At different speeds And I hit threes Cuz at
not only you and me got on eighty degrees and I'm caught in between coutin' 1, 2, 3, Peter, Paul and Mary gettin' down with 3P everybody loves oh coutin' Three
Go) Go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) Go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) Go, go, go, go, go, go Uh, on the count of three
or two The ill MC step in (And who the fuck are you?) Doc start walkin' bumpin' M.O.P To catch a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three (Da ruckus
spots From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D That's doin' three pack, now where I
and Decker Put it down if you can't handle it Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers College Graduate I got a degrees in Physics on how high I can get
any rendezvous Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through That other shit, makes them other ship, flip Funk ridiculous, inconspicous with lyrics A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three