highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin' out over the line h-Oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's
feel If when we're makin' love I don't go down no more? So you know how I feel Get ready 'cause a three six O's about to go down Taste this And let'
libs, yeah But you gotta be a queen bitch (Gucci) So icy trap star, fuck her like a porn star On my H2 then I fucked her in her own car Face down, ass
made I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedys?" Well after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps
a faded aspiration only left in our minds Let us shake up the system, let's go and rattle their frames Let's take the highest road away and avoid these trappings
Now let's take a trip down memory lane Back to junior high school where it all began Three bad little kids raising hell at school We were just thirteen
foul or ejected Lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole Pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview and went in daytime It's made a promise to let down
, we get live Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, nigga, Cleveland's thuggish ruggish Niggas still down with the thug shit Buck, buck, bust, let 'em know we still
t hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop pop put him in the mud nigga and your body rot Top closing down on your caskets wanna make these bastards
don't hide the glock Real niggas don't stop pop, pop Put him in the mud nigga and your body rot Top closing down on your caskets Wanna make these bastards
Krayzie: If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug, you better get ready for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gansta, let your
want to live this life, no this life, it's not nice. (Layzie Bone) Nigga shot, hold on before you jump and just listen, Take a second to straddle the fence, let
Fuck rackets, we ain't never been the type to hold out Or, let a motherfucker show out No doubt, we put it down for the 9-0-triple 4 Droppin tops, fuckin
trap or own a new show I don't try snitch, sneak this or even back do' Balla block, a short stop or drop down in fat, hoe (What?) I don't keep it a
my number's called I'm punchin' the clock No need for screamin' at me momma, I'm out And plus I wasn't really happy here to start with, let that be
But if I live, it's on again But I wanted a quick piece So I put down my piece and end up put down, deceased She put the rifle to my muthafuckin head
And you the beast shall meet eternal flame So let it rain, wash away up all my bad things And put some laughter in our hearts again Now black men, stand up, let