to cry we know the way i know nobody lives forever we know the way each day is closer than ever we know the way we know the way i know nobody lives
her name was Nicki She came to play and her body was sicken She gets what she wants, so sexy when she talks Oh, you know she gon' blow your mind We
gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya You know, we know, you don't wanna roll 'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to
bottles of 151 51 people asleep in my damn livin' room Excuse me, hun, but what is your name, Vivienne? I woke up next to ya naked and err, did we um? Of course we
see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We
'mon [Incomprehensible], it's true, we bang I got trouble rhymes to a death the troubled times A double nine incase niggas get out of line And heaven knows
dead and gone wit' it 'Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore, a lyrical destructor Don't make me buck ya, 'cause I'm a wild muthafucka You know my flow, you know
Uhh God, uhh, y'know what we gotta do son! Y'know hu tI'm sayin' Word up! Make that millions fam! No doubt! It's only there for the takings son Matter
, y'all ready? Come on, let's ride, it's Boyz N Da Hood, nigga (Boyz N Da Hood, nigga) (In Da Hood, nigga) As we proceed (As we proceed) (As we proceed
even know I ain't had ta open up a whole thing since '94, damn We ain't tripping we'll swap it out If it's still in the rap we'll swap it out Let me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah While I'ma ride for you, would you ride for me? While I'ma die for you, would you die for me? Obviously, we all know you type
[Mystikal talking] Nigga you think you know me Think you know me nigga Nigga you don't know me Nigga you don't know You don't know nothing bout me You
had a child A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44 lick Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket And ol' Aunt Faith, her baby fingerpaints My Moms know
had a child A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44 lick Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket And ol' aunt faith, her baby fingerpaints My moms know
, then fuck him if he suffer 'Another One Bites The Dust' like the song say Bust 'em with the wrong way, caught up in the gunplay One day, some say, we
all better do Examine our skin we plannin to win Worldwide tell the people we be jammin again [Verse 2: Redman] Make way for Reggie Hammond Got more
s what y'all better do Examine our skin we plannin to win Worldwide tell the people we be jammin again [Verse 2: Redman] Make way for Reggie Hammond
