' I love to bust flows Hit it from the back, 'cus I love to buck hoe Spit it for the city, I love Chicago Calicoes buck, I love to bust those You think
stock, yo Bigs pass the glock I'm a tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shit Life is real, so Biggie take the steel Come on motherfuckers
chu think honey hold 'em hammers for? So she can spend 10 cent at Jill Sander store? We gon' hit Rodeo Drive, drive on Beverly Hills Though I love her
your mother and I don't care if I die 'cause all that mean is that I gonna join my little brother dog, I had a hard life and I'm in love with the pain
just face it But anyway, back on the real side of things My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing Everything is real
aim for the sky My four blow fo show, fo doe, for only It's money, drugs and hot slugs you know bleek Squeeze hammers t'il they nail me, fuck what niggas
Meth? What you know about niggaz from Long Island right? Huh? True Long Island right? All my life All your life right? All my life Westbury Word up,
know any better So we want to give them a chance to live I mean life is precious, and you know that yourself And you try to make a better life for yourself
Da bigger da gun, da louder da sound wen it buss If I put a potato ova da hammer itll hush Times money, im tryna find money im ina rush Life sucks, da
better get in touch, laws ain't shit to us Every one I know is God, earth, King, crip or blood Little nigga listen up, I know you loving the life Of
that line ain't mine And if you niggas talking war, well bitch, it'scombat time Hey, I take three l's to the head: Love, Live, Life, and I'm dead Young
Then That Line Ain't Mine And If You Niggas Talking War, Well Bitch, It's Combat Time Hey, I Take Three L's To The Head: Love, Live, Life, And I'm Dead
Runnin' from the scene, hammer in my jeans Dead bodies behind me, the cops'll never find me Arm and Hammer Clean on my way to the honeycombe Hustle all
: you want it you want it you got it you got it if you taste it if you need it if you waste it go chase it hammer and tongues Like the hammer of a clickin
ignore the hype Click clack, Yung Berg if you flossin ice Dog, cross me twice, can't afford the price It'll cost you, I'll off your life You soft, I told
fake duels Any real niggas baby make moves Pay dues, bitches who relate rock shoes yo Damn, them niggas stay frontin Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness
on a platter how much uncut Raw shit we dealin' wit, murder track what Slang killin' it, touched You feelin' it, in your bloodstream Deadly venemous elixir Hammer
if you balled hard Start slimin' up the walls, leave him in his draws Nigga you know the protocol We were born for hard ball Stealin' cars and livin' life