good 'cause the gates is boom Zoom to the doom of a sugarplum toon Me, Busta, and Brown is gonna rock the mic soon With a huh! Here we go in June Power cat
streets Knowin' that me and that nigga got beef, okay girl Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that, no I'm high powered,
faded licenses plates and great plate Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusalem Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him Power
think I'm a rookie or an amateur, but put me on a panel or a channel I'll dismantle like the vandal-er I meants to say the scandalous, vandalous, handle
Verse One: Sheek Luchion You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat Nigga
all day Before I wasn't sure but now I know it's the way Like, if I get caught I'ma pay illegal life, livin' trife, what can I say Gettin' bent, million
Crack For every shell that fell there's a story to tell They say you hustle then you goin' to hell Nah, I know God love's me Yeah, I know that He fucks
the house tonight! (Come on!) This is the moment for riders and thugs Strippers in body bags, zippers, violence and drugs Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs They say
house tonight! (Come on!) This is the moment for riders and thugs Strippers in body bags, Zippers and violence and drugs Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs They say
a shady one Don't nobody wanna deal with a nigga that got it together For real and even think his own thoughts? Everybody wanna do what everybody else doin' the copy cat
he like to put me in my place He put me in the A, or should I say the 745 Gotta 45 chillin' in the safe So whatcha wanna say? Your boy wanna see me He
grope then I smile That's when they fall cause they met my balls Right after I played ball No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what I say y'all? O.k. y'all.
Damn, look how muhfuckers use a nigga Just use me for whatever the fuck they want I don't get to say shit Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
and parle' in the bay, Play with the bitches in havana and come back with the yay Front all my niggas nothin' left but qb's, Sit back like a fat cat
Miss Thing, what you got to say? We saw a honey just the other day A wild cat, a loud shirt Thinking up stuff just too different Wa, la, ba, loomba,
eyes there's scary topiary to the left of the pool the trail to the right goes back to middle school i'm trying to read what the flashing red letters say they say
? Who was on my team? Nigga, and who was not? Who was a snitch? Who was a bitch? Who in the bricks? Who the fuck ain't feeling this? Say what? Who on
started ...(Before you know it it's gone...) The things they say And then the things they do Nothin's gonna stop us if our aim is true... The things they say