my niggas I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big Poppa Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas At high
an extra mic and a fire proof booth Cuz you know I'm known to metal wire too You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze I melt down cracks that's
no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod We raise our devil horns To those who sit on high For down amidst the thorns We lie Tonight
high Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift [NYG'z] Whenever we stand together, down
my high Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift [NYG'z] Whenever we stand together, down
both sides left the signs with the stacked barricades It'll wash it all away when it rains Well, they came down from high rises Mansions, estates Down
court we still came to pay Judge Mills Lane Nigga, it's not a question My uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you undressin Like you was strippin down on Western
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Styles P) [Tupac:] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even as
contact Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps Not no hustler no player or speakin no crime crap I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse Uh! Full court
the line of fire holdin back, what? My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at? Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap It's court
momma I'm so sick I can't sleep at night, might swallow my tongue Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run Get the flame thrower, lighter
high to read the billboard Got a room at the Best Western The guy at the front desk looks like Les Nessman Hush now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay your towel down
the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted, I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it, Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out