load the file on the mix of the viles, I drink it I see the negative smiles the wicked and wild I'm thinking these metaphors that I'm drinking be giving
home. And man I'm, I'm just in Chicago, I'm trying to do my thing. You know, I got groups. I got acts I'm trying to get on, and like there wasn't nothin
Slap the hoe (Pimp C) Smokin on the dro, young J.R. Wwin, pimpin for my paper and I'm lookin for the chewin Bitch I gots to do what the fuck I got to
Verse 2: Bun B] I'm a Down South MC, I'm cold on the mic I say it how I feel and I do it how I like I write what I see, what I do, and what I know And
Gawd-DAYUM! I don't know what y'all been thinkin bout But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down! [Big Daddy Kane:] I'm from the
Like my syrup and swisha can't leave without it when I ride Even though I'm the king of the city where I reside I wouldn't and couldn't do it without
I gets my paper, I was taught by older niggaz Cold blooded killas, dope dealers, Sodom niggaz I'm alert (alert), I'm aware (aware), I'm focused, I'm
I'm a ball, the only way I'm a shine Is if you lookin after me while I'm out here on the grind [Pimp C:] UNGGHH~! I know you bless the child that go
MJG) [Pimp C] Uh...steady [???] steady [???] Bitch don't never get no rest [Pimp C] Uh...Grippin' the five, I'm a pimp in my mind; I'm 'bout a bitch
I got the mark in my skin so you know my set I'm the heart, you the place, I'm always first, you always late I'm the king in these streets till the muthafucking
jam... I'm talkin' 'bout the world greatest show I know my shit is extreme But I'm all about them does. When I'm steppin' on the scene Be there four deep
Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder Murder, Mur, Mur, Murder [Verse Two: Bun-B] Well this Bun-B bitch and I'm the king I'm
other MC around can go like I go I brought the new style in and the bass it got crunker I bought me a slab and now I'm a pop trunker Do I wanna rap or
everytime I write another line I get my paper in the streets Big cocaine, grip grain and pimp the lane (pimp the lane) I really miss Robert Davis I'm
, I'm ridin dirty, uh, whaaaat Big birds and tight herbs, fool I'm ridin dirty Ridin dirty, uh, whaaat Fool, ridin dirty, uh... whaaaat? [Bun B:] Tell
of an Underground fool So dial the digits and I'm divin in that ass like a pool But when I get wet BITCH, I won't be drownin I clown on hoes to leave
em Don't let em sit on my plush crush Three times gold, I'm a pimp ass nigga So like a ball is how I roll And I don't be paradin with them bitches in
me see it...[repeat] Bend over lemme see it Let me see it...[repeat] Bend over lemme see it.. [Bun B] Now, from the city that I live in To the city where I'm