New York's ryder man, for you suckers I'm fuckin' back Now, can I kick it? Yes, I can They wanna know if I'm G'd up, yes, I am Look, I over-paid my dues, I
Dogg] Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip Talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer in D.C., fuckin with a breezy
place tin linid they cost a lot When no money on the game you sure talk a lot Never like a nigga car, you walk a lot See I make cream a lot, while you
to a mouse I get as much while I can and then I get the FUCK out! Well I, get down when I'm drunk and stoned And I, put it down on this microphone
with us D-Loc, you can label me an Outcast Runnin? through your city like a motherfuckin? house rat I stay punk rock on some D.G.A.F. shit Don?t give
sell you a tape I break records in Texas crippin in Caddies and Benzes And a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartender I bet I check and wreck a
a hit since Willie Mays I'm playin' for the A's, O.G. was right 'cause rhyme pays I walk through a rainstorm, I didn't even get wet I was bailing through
I be R O, he be R U, undastand it can happen to you I really think I oughta tell ya, before I have to belt ya I make shit so hot boy the heat might
But will it hold us all? I doubt it! Rob: And I-- Barry: I-- Dick: I-- All: I wouldn't change a thing! I wouldn't change a thing! I wouldn't change a
ass Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'm a throw you a curve You mad 'cause I'm a thief and got away with words I'm a start my own beverage, it'll calm your
I'm sick and I gives a fuck See a nigga slippin, aim my shit then I bust Break yoself, once again it's on I'm takin all, pump pump, drop gun, head up
yesterday we lost DJ Screw, now B-I-G M-E double L-O Somebody feel my pain before I be alone, and I'm about this sure I can't take no more we'll mask
it in a mix and smoke The E-A-S-T-W-O-O-D So why they hate me, it's crazy Cause I came from a dysfunctional family My life deserves a grammy Coward niggaz
'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins
crackers Mad noise, 2008, a G a game I'm ridin on {?} in the love seat, sunk deep Long niggaz bustin out they punk heat I make a massacre, try to rob
I take you pussys to college Imagine me, I'm Gutta, to be the best is a habit I swear that til I parish, I keep these pussys in panic We come from a
tongue (swing) I swing (swing), I swang (swang), I swung (swung) I chop to a free sugar, I don't come But I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from "Hong