G.O.D! Yo, see all of us got goals (like what?) Mines are different duckin pot holes Not to mention glock holes (true) You can not dose, not when yah
s Secret Wars Sure, for that kind of capacity, you need a crazy large arena that might stretch from west Philadelphia to east Medina If I'm able, I'd
just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'd be doin' just fine If you'd
know I O-D'd it Ghetto nigga receive it when I FedEx and release it Fiend highly needed in the hood to cut they teeth with I'm F-I-E-N-D shottie That
Lidu Rock, Twanny Ranks, and D-O-G so stop frontin My BCC come wit that shit that's steady bumpin Lidu Rock, Twanny Ranks, and D-O-G so stop frontin We
) either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind Chorus repeat (last line is changed to: I'm hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah
a hundred percent, in every line I drop It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B Queensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P What? Y'all wish I lived
I was told two wrongs don't make a right but three rights make a left Act your age not your color but I'd rather act darker Mark a page with mazes of
you hoes worse than a convertible flippin verticle Nose-first wit the top off landin up-side down You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape I'd rather
fuck up and did more than you think He had a AP, not a nine, but it's sort of the same So now it's one lonely R-o-m-p I'm all by myself without nobody
[Verse 1:] G.O.D! Yo, see all of us got goals (like what?) Mines are different duckin pot holes Not to mention glock holes (true) You can not dose, not
(feat. Big Syke) [Verse 1: E.D.I. Mean] But we the last motha fuckaz breathin You don't beleive us then watch us ya tuned in To them Outlaw ridaz, block
give an opinion, when you might get beaten, You shouldnt listen to anyone just chatting to anything, When you criticise me you only boost my adrenaline
) [VERSE 1] Now have you ever been out at the party spot And you start feeling tired at 11 o'clock? If stayin up's what you'd like to do Then this song
And murder you hoes worse than flippin a convertible Nose first wit the top off landin upside-down You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape I'd rather
West, Tommy S Pressin up from El Camino Usin the same masterin lab on the D.O. Money D known as Tony Blaze, what he, went to see his P.O. Upper class,
'm bluffin [Chorus] [LL Cool J] Uhh! [Funkmaster Flex] Exactly! When we in the car we 22'd up When we in the big truck we 24'd up, y'knahmean? When