shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on
', trick on a mission tryin' to get in my P's Me and my niggaz is thug niggaz, former known drug dealers We don't love bitches and believe, they don't
at Tahiry cause your ass ain't famous Get it nigga? Your "ass" ain't famous Quit talkin 'bout me cause ya ass ain't dangerous They call me Hustler because
THAT SHOT WHY IS SAMMY THE BULL STILL LIVING AND WHERE THE FUCK IS PAC IT'S A RAT RACENIGGAZ DON'T WANNA SEE RICH CATCH 22: NIGGAZ DON'T WANNA SEE ME
the way you work it You don't deserve it 'cause you walk around actin' like you perfect Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player Bitch
my system, you a victim Blunts, I twist em', fuck the whole world It's us against them You got some heat? Pull it out Cock the hammer if you wit' it, don't
't in the person of Master Farad Muhammad Some often ask how can this nigga molest the English alphabet in one hundred words or less it ain't the chronic It
it goes Don't no suckas live here You can bet yo bottom dollar on that Don't no suckas live here You can bet yo bottom dollar on that Don't no suckas
spit all I hear is "ooh's" and "aww's" And I don't need doubt See it's just me, Red, Gav, Curtains, Mello & Young Mouse A small portion of a dyin' breed It
busters in the corner, they don't like my hood I don't like their hood so it ain't all good So keep ya eyes on em Cos if it ?? line, we gotta slide on
' shit, I don't wan' hear now They talkin' Gucci but they shoppin' at Sears now If you weren't prepared now, you ain't get the warnin' yet So I'ma go
just can't get it No, they don't have their mind on it I don't hear no soul in it They don't have they heart in it We gone put a hole in it To go hardcore
like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war bitch That'll get you pistol whipped an extorted You lucky I wasn't on Face shit, I woulda destroyed it You better
I love to go hard purp-pill You love that I'm a star and got that work still Don't get it fucked because I love to work still And you won't love how the
of Mount Arafat Blood on the tarot pack, the power black Street mystic get you twisted with your barrel packed One-nineteen they blamed it on some Arab
is it Dre" No that Ski in a purple 6-tray G.T.A. Killin' any mothafucker walkin' And all these niggaz in these magazines that keep on talkin' Don't get twisted
it, that I be lost in doubt, lyrics that a nigga be tossin out. You mo-fuckers can't see tech, I mean be tech, and these rejects lyrically don't got no