no scratch in my pocket Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in Colors Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we
Do a track so fast, beyond from you and I Lyrical tactics, vocal gymnastics Ease and pepped up, you get swept up Smacked up, backed up, your crew's
, J-Bo, Youngbloodz You already know how we do it homeboy and we oh It's A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes) It's A-Town (East side for dem hoes) Attic Crew
' repercussions I hold my mic sideways bustin' Another one bites the dust and Cardiac arrest clutchin' your chest suckin' Your last breath, in awe, period Meth Nigga, dyin' from paper cuts
the beatings begin! Woman: "Piss dinkers ... overseas ... back off ... fuck off ... make yo' dick stand or put yo' pussy in yo' hand! You want it, we got it!" (Mixx cuts
But only if you knew my gang I?d have you running trains through the crew, I do But since I got funk wit' that no limit crew somethin' new Niggaz been
about now I'd like to take out these few seconds to say whassup to my sound system Uncle Sam, you alright? You alright? Well alright.. {DJ cuts "kick
Get ready motherfuckers You can't fuck with the [unverified], please no interruptions Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun Like my rag top six
video (It's all 'bout u) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu? It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew
20 deep, I zoned Zone Coaster (The International) Zone Coaster (The International) Zone Coaster (The International) Zone Coaster (The International) Zone Coaster (The International) Zone Coaster (The International) Finally by now the whole crew
the same there is no shame I'm a sit back, relax, grab a girl, and kick game And Dre pass the fifth, and that's only if I crew hold they head, no beef
back to like afros And no quittin or gettin jumped by the system Its all day, all play got verbs and such And cuts and crew, no blue eyes To emulate,
get stupid but I'm smarter than a brain surgeon G. Rap is here to bury So duck MC's, I send em to the Pet Semetary Your whole crew turns chicken when
less would be me speakin hypocritically, and I don't do dat You lingerie MC's I see through that I make a point about you and your crew, go "Tru dat"
massage the cells in your mental Relieves you off the babblin' that you used to Ever since the departing days of the juice Crew, my style been milk
stay with me tonight? (Yeah, yeah) I got to get away Ladies you ever felt growing away By your man, asking "Baby, won't you stay?" He chilling with his crew
We chop it up We drop the cuts Look out for us Cus here we come (uh-huh) [X2] [Madchild] Im startin to blow thinkin how far can we go Work hard for the
, what up, my nigga? (Murderous shit) Aiyo, aiyo Word to the gold panamaras and to the wood grain in my labo I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds Crew cuts