niggaz got a long way to go to catch the PMD Aiyyo we put you to the test, put it through your chest Make a motherfucker catch a cardiac arrest Live
m after you and You want drama I'm a have to act a fool [Chorus: G-Dep] One way or another I'm a find ya And I'm a getch ya, getch ya, getch ya, getch
land of ski maskes We blastes, to bust a couple of caps up in they weak asses The dust that?s bein' kicked up, and yuk is down to lick up Do a stick
Circle villain Leanin, scheamin in the Gremlin Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to Compton to pick this nigga Coolio up Two ski masks, on my left a nine Nigga
to bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (YUP) Then just study a tape of N.W.A.! One day I was walkin by, wit a Walkman on, when I caught a
a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard trust in guard it cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a
let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard Trust in "God"? It's 'cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a
pull me over say you a rap singer i know you smoke weed, let me smell your finger linger, that the green thumb jars got a valid registration and my cannibus
a little heat for that AK-47 and the Desert Eagle with a sawed-off pump Got a what, an E-95 with leather grip And a Mac-11 comin' out the trunk Got what, a
down like a yo-yo Hail the master the ruler over all Me to a mike like Shaq to a ball Tough like a ??tank?? not puffed like a filo I'm breaking up with
's hand couldn't reach Living in expenses, 20 grand a week You know me, I be O T, low-key, Icy roli, smoke a O-z I'm a baby face nigga, without no goatee
for the moment to step, Mo-e' I'm wet The judge know I caught a nigga and I beat him to death But it's okay, I go jet ski in the Bay Away from New York
, wake up with a hangover When y'all think the game's over do the same thing over Still with the same soldiers Still gettin' brain and it's plain ain't a
insured for a mil 'cause if it was, my 'cause, came up and do it foreal No more of dealin' with hoes, I'd rather have me a bitch 'cause she ain't shit
pocket Boy, boy, crazy boy Gotta rocket in my pocket Ski masks in the back seat I'm turning 6th street, you 'bout to feel heat E on the Burrough street
I hit your shit the damn bitch will life her (forever) This dude wanna write her (write her?), e-mail, text and type her. He a runna, I'm a gunna, baby girl, a
the sun come up Crack a 40 when the sun go down It's a cold winter, y'all niggaz better bundle up An' I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion Yes,
, nigga all gold's Ya see, bitches come a fuckin' dime a dozen They see me chillin' with the wife, and Start the trouble, but on the double I'll bust a bubble, break a