Now you've got exactly what you've been asking for. You led it right in, you begged for it, and now you don't want it anymore, but you're fucked because
we might chill the heights real Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill Know the deal once we hit record Hit the floor, new era, this is war Lord
going to? Do you know? Verse Two: Puff Daddy Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin with cats who move bricks Heard she do backflips, for niggaz who stack chips Suck for dough, now she fuck
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks Fuck the club, Dawg I rather count a million bucks, ayy If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block With
all the trouble that grows Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes Can I blast those who point the finger at me Who criticize and talk shit so freely Fuck
true to what we say but then again When you see us on the street and playa hate We bang them fuckin' brains, we bang them brains But then we switch subject and fuck with
't really wanna fuck with us You can't touch us, you ain't able Rest in peace flesh creep And sneak with a street sweeper Niggas don't ever know what
I feel the Lord done bless me We marchin' soldiers (Soldiers) Can't fuck with nothin' but them warriors (Warriors) What you thought, nigga? And if they can't sit down with
taught my seeds proper I love my mother and father equal But I did damage to so many people So much evil it's hard to see through the dark Gotta fight fire with fire
yours, can heal a frozen heart [Krayzie Bone over poem] And tomorrow, we'll wake up with the promise of a smile, smile Yes, maybe tomorrow, we'll wake up with
', now you can bring it on, because we ready, we ready. Fuckin' with us is like fuckin' with no condom. That's dumb, better play with yourself. Nigga,
blaming us niggas for they fuck-ups And we were always considered evil Now they tryin' to bust our only code of communicating with our people Let's
fuck with my clique I'm here to break 'em off for chunk A D E A T H L Y, a motherfuckin' punk And I be rollin' with the brass Don't answer with the
just made him fuck with my intelligent? Back to Polly and I heard some noise we pack a two twelve There go Lord Shamel, faggot made a sale He's sellin
with the fuckin Go-Karts When you already did it, what the fuck is go hard? Synchronize automotives, walk out with no charge. Wit yo broad, Oh lord,
didn't speak to her I hooked up with the one that looked NICE Took her mind, like an ICE 'Til her friends gave her advice to think, twice Before with
that with out a rubber Out the cutter twistin' green, listenin' to what you seen That slick shit you spit get Nada, not a fuckin' thing Fuckin' Queens
know the Lord is my Shepherd so I can't go without praying looking back like look what the deal did still with the same circle and I'm still with Chip
