all of the sills where the big G's live The little homie be gettin' out on account This time he might get stuck attempted One eight seven and he's a minor
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I
the time (remember?) Cause the only other choice Was Puffy and Ma$e and they big willie club joints (take that, take that) So I got my act together and eventually met two other
broke all of the sills where the big G's live The little homie be gettin' out on account This time he might get stuck attempted One eight seven and he's a minor
it Bricks explode, licked you out the show That nigga Bump did it I block, like Murdock, army fatigued and, Bout to store blocks an' Fort Knox ya minor
[Intro: 62nd Assassin] I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll. On the other side of 123rd St., bro'. Nothing known but a bank roll. On the other
me hop in the crowd, stop joking about We taking over and stomping all of your sports spiders Cover and duck, a machine straight out of Fort Minor Roll