there's no-one, no-one but you No-one but you can do what you do No-one, no-one but you No-one but you can do what you do to me I wandered round, the
who the fuck could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda] So you mad cause I'm styling on you? Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you Get violent on you, you
do in my life was be a hustler Some don't get it, but feel me when I spit it It's all about the dollar [ verse 2: o.c. the sinister ] It goes one for
restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven In a cab or the back of 7-11 Whether you're white and the music you like is rock You can come and get some
I'm on it, I'm open like a pore Yo, you say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at While you bustin' caps, I drop the (Da bomb) Mmmm, now what you gonna
it alright? [Verse 1] See what you don't know is I'm a 5150 a schizo in the mist I keep my pistol in my grips You disappear like extra clips If you
(10, 11), 12, 18 (what!) She's the one you thought would never do a solo LP Yeah, now what chick could outsell me? Drama comes in dozens and I know you
Down With Webster's in your area, people And we comin' for y'all, yup, woo Because we worked all day on a miracle mile And now there ain't no way you
what set you claiming? What set you claiming? Nigga what set you claiming? What set you claiming? Boy, what set you claiming? Boy, what set you claiming
I see you scoping on my life and now he tells me You look suspicious and you plan is tryin to gank me The mainsuspect but your the reject You'll
my nephew, young Happy P, Man on the track, one love, [SPM] One time for that Ikie [Baby Beesh] Ikeman my boy, representin' that 7-1-3 clique
flagrant You say you write your best rhymes when you high I say I write my best rhymes cause I'm fly This is why I'm cold, I'm Minnesota nice If you want
Five bad boys with the power to rock you Blowing your mind so you gotta get into Five - What you waiting Four if you wanna Three - three Two - two One
said, now we can chalk em like rocky if ya cocky when you knock me Do it till we slap you or atleast until you drop me Nicky back at you like star 6
below i only live 8 miles from the city of dope i sport that Perry Ellis girl you should hang when the god wear it you get the smell like you in Paris
gonna pay... We'll Pay One Day! Why can't the world be more emotional, 'Cos economics isn't rational, And everybody's out for number one But when they stop you
be that you were someone different many years ago today? Something tells me you were just the same. You never learnt to deal with life and now you take
