7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 [Outro: Spice 1] Capping your ass for the 94, what
you step Booya will do ya and break your fuckin neck Let me tell you one thing before we get neck to neck Give me a sec and let me see who's next Yeay
me slam her, you'll notice the sound of steady poundin', Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can't cop out, i'm poundin' ya down until your eyeballs pop
area, bay area, puffing carea 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7, 1 8 7 Capping
them Want 'em, come get 'em n*ggas, ya'll know where to get at me Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me You bastards, I'm laughin', bullets
on them Want 'em, come get 'em n*ggas, ya'll know where to get at me Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me You bastards, I'm laughin', bullets
get down now (bring it, bring it on, bring it on now) Everybody get up singing Five will make you get down now (get on down, get on down) Na na na
Kweli] [laughs] Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care And if you, love the truth, and you livin proof Let me hear you say "
C (coldest lyricists, in the 7-1-3), hey [H.A.W.K.] 7-1-3, is the area code 7-45, is how I hog the road 24/7 nigga, I stay blowed And all the hoes say
pound, built this shit from the ground Any city any town, staying ten toes down Cause the area code, I explode for 7-1-3 Paper or change out of range, these niggas know me
Eh, eh, eh, eh. Get out my face. Check it. Mobb shit bitch. Lynch Mobb mane. Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz 3 Times me Ager Man Bart Let me turn up the
schizophrenic of the pathway to livin I fell into the deep end You shouldn't have told me The pyramids can hold me So now a contest is what you owe me
can't change me, Cause I'm a be a nigga for life, flyin' figures in ice, I bet the price on the fling of the dice, Shorty with me, we slingin' a pipe,
Kweli] *laughs* Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care And if you, love the truth, and you livin proof Let me hear you say "
my niggas locked down in the pen And my niggas dead and gone, until we meet again 11 is for my poppy up in heaven Tell God send me a blessing, cause I'm down
down, take a picture Pretend a poor exotic shit, keep me lifted, sum'in retarded You fuckin up my high beefin; don't get me started Too late - I'm already
Streets & Mack Maine] [Intro: Lil Wayne] Yeah, it's on Basically... I got the Streets and the boot with me Dedication trois [Lil Wayne:] Now let me