, I'm livin in em' Got models with bottles of Dom Perrignon in em' In a yacht by the dock with a helicopter You can't refuse and can't get a better offer
now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees Life doesn't end when the sweat dries A time when a nickle cost a dollar When you rise your chest
style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in The same streets you can't get a penny in All my real shootout niggas hear me when Half-A-Mil
the mic, roots sway it this way I more than just a rhymer you still a small timer Hopin' that the game treat that ass a little kinda Every step tango
now from how the sufferin sound We deep in the realm, the planet petrified overwhelmed We all stars livin life out on surveilance film New World law enforced
if you the true and living Beware, the new world order, the devil's new religion Sent my homey to the number two division Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a
your hand, look out for the New Breed [Cabrina] ...Females comin' for you, Mo Thug family roots runs too deep 'Brina trippin' on these haters surroundin' us trues on a
a big time fashion designer All them big shots wined and dined her In those fancy restaurants She came back to our hometown Pulled up in a brand new
them. A grasshopper tryna learn kung fu again. It's deja vu, livin' shit I've been through again. A little word from the wise, remain true within. This is from a
blood clots is scored by slug shots and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts
s just Miller I, Black Moses, Brooklyn God, Jehovah And the Mayor, some be thugs and some players Crown a new king G, bring me wine and grapes on a plate
on the strip and a commercial for world All wheels I whistle to my crew up on the block The color soundtrack rock the fat burger do box My L.A. U.S.C
mythological, They couldn't comprehend when I brought the word, A stick called verb, a black steel nerve, Teachin' those actors and actresses, Who write a
back your platinum Placks And shove them up your flat platinum a$$ Kenny: Y'all act like youve never heard a whack person before ryhmes a bore,14 minutes
Duke, you trippin Duke Rememeber you still livin in a corporate chicken coop With a hundred other chickens yellin get that loot Makin a hundred
mic roots sway it this way [John Forte] I more than just a rhymer you still a small timer hopin that the game treat that ass a little kinda every step
same thing said about me, Xzibit stand underground like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass making
Everything that exists in your perfect world Is a web that you weave Making victims of anything or anyone You never make sense cause you speak in tongues