I just met this punk rock girl All alone, sick of the world Not into the American dream Doesn't believe in the land of the free One day she ran away
if I was from Staten? I'd be King Kong knockin down the buildings in Manhattan (Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit West coast assassin on some
Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped I saw the west coast, put the shit on my back Sprayed Aftermath on
in this game [The Game] I thought I told y'all I'm done with the beef clown, my son three now And I've been watchin Dre so long I'm makin beats now Game
Eric Wright wouldn'ta dropped I love this shit, I work and I'm good I ain't on corner fuckers but I'm still in the hood I'm poised to go platinum, that
Eminem call his stand, ima say it again If i had one more chance, i'd break all his ribs, with my bare fuckin hands Im a gangsta on fire, now aint you
remix, its an honor my n*gga I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna
dream team) Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen) Yeah, no security, (I'll put you on the respirator) I'm the bomb, (I'm the mothafuckin
the remix, its an honor my n*gga I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna
Knockin n*gga?s out [Game:] Holdin up chronic on ya magazine cover Next month im on the front solo mof*cka .45 in the polo mof*cka, all chrome on the
and that ain't my sport I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port I sip my v-dozen on the street, bump my beats When I'm twistin' my dub, can'
: I wish you'd give me what I'm looking for I hit the light switch, then hit the front door I say farewell to the western front I?m having? second thoughts
and get this money, f**k these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or die
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn
blessed us Gave me true family I can depend on 500 Benz with the Synchro rims on Now I can get off when the wind blow But I'd like to thank you, Jesus
And I hope that you find love along the way But most of all I wish you'd stay I figure right about sundown You'll be in West Tennessee And by then Maybe I
