gonna drop, all gonna drop If half of what they say is true Look at me when I rock with you If half of what they say is true Look at me when I rock
gonna drop All gonna drop If half of what they say is true Look at me when I rock with you If half of what they say is true Look at me when I rock with
driving Po Po's botherin me Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs They don't wanna set me free Trying to bring me down, when they come around Po Po
smooth on sprewell's I'm a hustler, you just a middle man to me The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me Just cop one joint, I'm a one
the ghost (Comin' through like the "Matrix" in the A-6 Triple black leather, six-speed, with the gray stick) Give me the safe, I spit at your face Double
pulled the keys to the whip I was laughing in the Bentley when the stop-light changed Thought I just might but 5-0 flipped the game She looked at me
that, go get a fucking bat I tell you bout this fucking rats They even snitch and bend over to catch No matter how you look at it I hate fucking rats
the muscle, black tape on the grip We in the A-Team van with black tape on your bitch She gonna tell us where you at We gonna twist that dro' and just
's Lloyd Bank's momma singin', You betta tell your boy to keep his mouth closed, Or he gon' get a black tux, And a free wake, How my bow tie lookin'?,
Ant It Niga Better Stop Fronting Cuz When The Things Come Out We Gona Drop Something [Verse 1:] Man Look At The Wheels The Motherfucking Wheels, Black
dawg That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to ball [Verse Three] For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed Made me want to get revenge
ant it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something [Verse 1:] Man look at the wheels the motherfucking wheels, black
home G-G-G-Unit Backstage at a D-12 concert A fan asked me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop's converse Niggaz show me love when they see me in the streets
understand me I got kids, I got friends Only difference between me and you is I don't care bout this benz I care about Will he was dying and he needed me
weed named yack kicked the habbit like it was laced with crack i know this kid on my estate got no habit and he likes to take he jacks kids at
