I be jackin You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
you've been spreading around And your story's so predictable You spent too long just hanging around, hanging around Oh, she was brought up from a distance by
ll bitch niggas hatin fuck that hit me if ya wanna mini 14 got ya greedy in the corner Wanna see me? You know where I hang where I used to slang
well-known thug and I gotta lot a love Hangin' out with the old G's shootin' up the clubs And mama told me don't hang with the homeys But they got me
ve been born or if you can form Slap up a cop and then snatch him out of his uniform Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hang him by
Just get off the wall, let's have a ball The 70's are gone, it's the 80's y'all Grab a fly girl by the hand and ask her to dance C'mon fellas, don't be
's so fly Man we so player and that's no lie When we come through (through), pass on by If you gon' hate, take your ass on by Sittin on top of the world
Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite Or get you bumped off from the inside Jaws is hanging
they guts out like a hysterectomy When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite Or get you bumped off from the inside Jaws is hanging Frauds
they rings Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we unstoppable Spit razors out of our mouth and start chopping you Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle Ropes hanging
licked off, about a dozen Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin Blood started to flood the floors, by
Check the pain I inflict like a convict, the Fulton digger Jump in the Aura Vigor, after I stick ya Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser
., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith You wanna hit? Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang
dirt all by my lonely and then I'm gone All I ever wanted was to flip the script You pull a gat on me, and I'mma break both your arms, bitch Eastside represented by
pelle pel's Tru to the shine on his bone Somebody beatin' up the block on fresh rider rims If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
I'm in this, bitch, mob shit, nigga Mob shit, respect A'ight, check it, fuck tha world Fuck tha world, fuck tha world Celly Cel, tell these busters by
'til my mama don't love me On my own at a early age getting paid And I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid Where did I go astray I'm hanging in the back
) No parking by the sewer sign hotdog my razor broke water dripping up the spout but (hey) I don't care - Let it all Hang Out Hanging from a pine tree