So go ahead and talk about me, It only fuels my fire, You won't take this home from me! This is my one desire, They think they know about the time
show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good price, plus it smoke speci Three thousand full pound of some
the day they let 'Pac out Back to drop out, store the blockout Homies say the cops out, stash spot got popped out Grind 'til I clock out, tick tock out
trying to get out You it's drama when the llama get out Pull and spit the lead Bullets hit your head Then your mind'll sit out By the time they find this shit out
as your crew spit My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips And I ain't want to take it there but fuck it we can bang My Cali headbusters'
pistols and drinking (belvy) and grabbles out the bottle No roll models, only killas and fiends Withness my niggaz strapped with gats, an army for (...) If it's murder, he wrote it
me dog And it feel like I done it before Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust Don't let Makavelli fool you homey thuggin it costs Pour out
) Hehehe, word It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel homey (Yeah, it took
ridah Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya Mama made me rugged, baptised the public Now you hard thugs, nigga don't you love it It's similar
Rule number two give respect where respect due Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names (gun click sound) the 45 will tear you out
Sweet done (50 Cent) We gonna bring it to anybody who want it you want it? you gonna get it your name on it we'll hit em, chew em up and spit em out
true, nigga spit it or forget it If I'm the one wrong, I'll be the first to admit it And then we can get down, any way you want it My nigg 'Twan told
what you want my people to hear, that I'm a fuckin sell-out? But who's the one on solo shit, and who want me the hell out? I'll bail out with a ??, that
it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it" [repeat 6x] [Intro: Busta Rhymes (Lloyd Banks)] Aiyyo Swizz (It ain't over)
it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy I shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death bed Screaming
with life when I cursed to death, I'm a spit till my very last breath... (fuck yall) CHORUS Verse 3 Let me get a three second look, I hit a million
this year I rip [*Mystikal's*] voicebox out, scream in his ear (AHHHHHH!) It's not a gimmick bitch, it's an image I live it Give a fuck? I don't know
