, givin up on y'all boy, y'all don't need to be fuckin wit moi boy, No Limit an Suave boy or I boy, you suckaz hear til you make you feel me deeper than
living everyday life In the ghetto today So Bone, drop dat [Bizzy] (You know what?) Live like a hustla 'Cause I ain't with bein' broke I'm rollin' dope
Just like a damn brick (damn brick) He hit the gas, and we was tickets with the quickness "G, she tried to play me out That's the way it gotta be Yeah
enter second round [Shaggy 2 Dope] Runnin' backyards up a wall, Shaggy 2 Dope in this motherfucker You talkin' to your boy, the silence is for suckers
a right And your left should be to your right If your lefts right, right? Good, begin the show Go on ahead boy and open up the first door [Shaggy 2 Dope
Stole the car radio and my tape was in it Sounds bringin life to the streets The ICP got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse Hey yo, dope
: Aiyyo yo yo yo All y'all niggaz C'mon! Yo gather round Lay it up I got a story to tell All y'all niggaz gather round Hear this, hear this Listen up
that shit The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy Jay-Z [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Whattup Jeez? Cracks...life, what's the matta wit yo head? Cracks...life
when 'bout to squall wit' me Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!" (Nelly)
blow back south Well ok, you twisted my arm, I'll asist with the charm, aiyyo I though you meet that chickit that got friends with yo moms And she's the bomb, boy
: Yo... You have now reached, The back of The High Life, Thanks for coming out, I've been your host, Mac Miller, Been great spending the evening with
just say it to my pops, maybe he could tell ya better boy patient in the afterlife I'll waste ya in the after life even after my life haters be after my life
the plexers and the poppers Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my partners And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt [T.I.] I gotta
Divide it, flip it, weigh and ship it, 'til you cook it and sniff it When I talk, G's listen they can see I been livin' the same, life that I'm spittin
straps stand 20 shell toes Get life on yo cell phone Quarter key box of soda Ross whip that Career criminal fa' sho' Ross with that Had to pull my pants up Boy
make you wanna cry But suck it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing For I'm already high Smoke, Smoke Fest time [Phil The Agony] Yo yo yo Whenever