m popular I got a P-90-Roog that'll pop at ya Catch you slippin' I'm a give ya what I got for ya My clip loaded for 16 shots for ya Ya'never had a hot
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a bullet too What you wanna do, cocksuckers? We're glock busters 'Til the cops cuff us, we'll start ruckus
me? I'm Shady Will there ever come a day when they could slay me? I don't know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe Til then I kill the bad man
Difficult as it sounds Doody, that's what we call eachother I don't know where it came from but it just stuck with us We was always brothers Never thought about eachothers skin colours Til
the nekkid call yo man Method Straight guerilla iller nigga kill a murder record My verbal shooter does it to ya The 16-bar Ruger, bustin' yo funky dope
I got a P-90-Roog that'll pop at ya Catch you slippin' I'm a give ya what I got for ya My clip loaded for 16 shots for ya Ya'never had a hot gun on ya
one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales, to sold out concerts So muh'fucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, 'til
wanna play it cool, but I'm losin' you I'll buy you anything, I'll buy you any ring And I'm in pieces, baby fix me And just shake me til' you wake me
hurried up The choice was mine, I didn't think enough I'm too depressed to go on You'll be sorry when I'm gone I never conquered, rarely came 16
I took my time, I hurried up The choice was mine I didnt think enough Im too depressed to go on Youll be sorry when Im gone I never conquered, rarely came 16
hurried up The choice was mine, I didn't think enough I'm too depressed to go on You'll be sorry when I'm gone I never conquered, rarely came 16 just
whats goin on?) I'ma simplify that shit Feel me feel me [Verse 1] Standin in thick tops with two pairs of reeboks And we not leavin til them all clean
: [Intro:] Every January 16th, it's "The Dreamer, The Dreamer." And all of you say, "I have a dream; The Dreamer." And what did he dream?It stuck him
won't get buried again She says, they don't know how to fuck Her last boyfriend, the shmuck Shared with her a nice disease Kept her passive, on her knees 'Til
juries, masons, lawyers and cops I watch because every thugs face is my mirror But this was one in particular This kid he was the vintage stick em up pro 16
shit But like I said before jealous was never cool not even a little bit I know you're phony, but who's the one who hit the scene when I was 16 with