Where fools go, I don't think so And how high they rise Where fools go, I don't think so Where fools go, where fools go Where fools go
where them n*ggas at Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them killas at Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at Game where
me where them n*ggas at Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them killas at Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at Game
check out time [Chorus: 2Pac] We gotta go [2X] Gotta go, gotta go Yeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time We gotta go [4X] Gotta go nigga, gotta go
Rhymes,..) [Notorious B.I.G.:] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where
or not I'm rollin' wit that fool crunchy and we got them glocks Backed up, bout' a 4-5 and a 38 You wanna take this click Don't won't fool it'll be a
Lennox a lot And I dont like lookin, I go in there to cop Houston High Rollers, I go in it a lot Spendin money with the strippers u go in there to watch
make my rounds, pick up my car from My bitches 'cause I be hittin' 'em regular like Dre be hittin' his switches Clockin' my riches as I stroll through my hood Puffin' on a blunt givin' love where
That Wu-Tang click [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, yo, yo I demolish emcees in the south go south Sound few projects that really don't doubt Well as I remember I was 12
started poundin' I took off because I'm goin' to town and Won't be back till mornin', don't have to go to school Better get ready, I'm finna act a fool
me act a fool fuck 12 rounds nigga Nigga fuck some rules it's time to pay yo fuckin' dues Bustin' heads is what we do bitch go get yo fucking crew And
then wrapped the 6 fo' round a telephone pole I looked at ma' car and I said "oh brother" I'll throw it in the gutter and go buy another walkin' home
ghetto's trying to kill me, a born loser A born hustler my uncle's a drug user I'm from the projects or should I say the 3rd Ward Where fools into killing
We gotta go, we gotta go We gotta go, we gotta go We gotta go, we gotta go We gotta go, we gotta go We gotta go, we gotta go We gotta go, we gotta
homies decided to come through Whip out the pistol, snatch off his head real quick Bitch nigga, where the fuck did you stash the grip On some gangsta shit 'cause gangstas make the world go 'round
fool I got it well lets go half on a bag of dank whatever ya want whatever ya need fool I got it well lets go half on a bag of dank Lets meet my homie
blow up in your face None taste worse that a plan gone sour Your power slippin thru your fingers like dimes and nickels. We go pistols U know where to
