Assemblin' hat, laced in a suit from Phat Two on da Road, got them bitches screamin, "Who Dat?" Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that
that you was in before you fucked the star Look how you suck up all my barre, you think this shit's for free? All this hustling in these streets keep all
'Cuz now I realize that I'm in love with you I apologize For all the wrong things that I done I'm sorry, babe For all the right things that I didn't
t need no batteries now, what? The only niggaz that'll glow'll be us Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats Then give me two weeks
[Chorus - B-Real] I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains That I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain was
Chorus - B-Real] I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane, but the fact remains That I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain, when you
't remember what I sound like in two weeks time. I'm a female punching bag, so break me. Save the girl and you lose a world of friends, is it worth all
And now all that remains Is the remains of a perfect double act Watch this Now you have to imagine it With two people It's swell with two people First
.O. so that nigga got to be rich Put It like this every week of the year cop me a six Do the sports year one year then cop two lottery picks I'm tryin
now all that remains is the remains, of a perfect... double... act watch this! now you have to imagine it with two people, it's swell with two people
on this twenty dollar bill, I had on my dashboard And police is asking me, son, why I whip his ass for Save y'all two hours of paperwork, my neighbor
weed house Jump out and beat your peeps down worst than Steve Stout Put you in chokeholds I learned last week From the police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep I see hoes bitin', y'all don't wanna brawl That
that was soon to come The now delicate structure of stability soon fell The fallen kingdom of old tried to make eastern amends Peace may have lasted two
L.F. proves yet again that they won't be told That what they do (or don't) is totally wrong So fuck off you insane cunts, it still remains... Our song
guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Yeah) While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name (That's how we come
Yeah, some firm shit, you know I mean? For all the niggas, in New York All across the motherfuckin' world Ain't nuttin' changed yet, shit's still real