a brown bag, by the radiator Near the cookies and the bundles of dope Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross All this paper, profit make her lay there
shaking, doctors is taken to operating Nah, he might not live, so they start debating You in bad shape, in the neck of New York Your slithering ways, lay
to they socks And my fam at the tippity top, I won't stop Believe it or not, you and ya man is close targets Juks everythin', dice games, mini markets Fam
niggaz got killed for sheik coats and big ropes Legendary students that sold coke Some blocks that's still hot from shots popped back in '88 The black gate where son lay
like the John Wu flix Now, take the spirit, crash more clearer The spreadin' of body, covers the man in the mirror Kick down the door, unlease the Terror Fam
swallow it Stand by baby, where you at? Raise ya hand high You don't suck what that's a damn lie, got red rye My man ride, my fam tide, so I need a
time it is The Notorious one in full effect for ninety-three Suicidal, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready to die Die motherfuckers Die motherfuckers Die Now I lay
's please what? Fuck the soft shit Hundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shit The P.C. on some real to Newark shit Recall, my whole fam jig the
bikes Life still in shame, they monkey wrenched the whole game A stress day, police watch the twelve "K" While I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay I lay, lay
's goin' down? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's the deal, pa, where you headed, son? Yo, I'm 'bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit Wit my
.I.A.'s land where there's one boss and one clan Yes mans, they surround us like steaks in pans All 'em wanna be the man right hands wash the left hands Loyalty's priority in this fam
, bounty Saudi shout me I'm sprayin it well, I'm playin the sell, 50 mill like David Chappelle My paper propel, won't lay in a cell, you takin' a L [
welcome to Jamrock No, welcome to my damn block Where the slugs and cans pop For the ones and tan rocks, kids play in the sandbox Other kids lay in boxes
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, where you from I'm on luda shit, screwed up, track eight Plus I did rock n' roll with Fam Lay In VA, Norfolk
[Fab] yesssss what it look like tryin 2 show dese niggas man its dat street fam man we rep dat I'm with a hundred and one niggas we dalmation doggy
to happen to me, no way Hear I am, turned my back on my fam, well, goddamn This wasn't even part of the plan, I'm spazzin' out I lay down at night,
'ma do this till the law confront me Fuck a slow jam kissing and holding my hand I'm a cold man stay flippin gettin that fam Who can blame me for all
, (now) watch that suicide [AZ] Now government official Got you sippin Cristal in crystal You fish you foul so you fell and took your fam witchu I'm