life sign of us after two and a half years. And after all those rumours going around about this band - me leaving the band, me splitting up, or the
squeal But chill, see you on the next V I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent ya flicks Your brother's buck whilin' and four Maine, he wrote me
up watch the fiends gobble it up If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff I don't give a fuck any more, I'm only twenty-four years old and I've already
though they try 45 years, in this like a homicide [CHORUS: SPM] Creep wit' me, S.P. so bastardly And pull so fast-ily And pack so heavily Creep wit' me
't live, it ain't me Oh nigga, I'm too deaf to move a step through shards or slip and slide Talk back and you get me for cussin', cuttin', bustin' bustin' me
Roll me a cigarette dog They got me feelin' crazier than a motha fucka I got bad ass in this motha fucka Puffin' on lye, hopin' that it gets me high
, we runnin' this rap shit The takeover, the break's over nigga God MC, me, Jay-Hova Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war R.O.C too strong for y'
soothes any space invader practice Stomped under enemy like "Hey what now, bitch!?" Hiding human hear me rise above material and cardinal sin They shot me
us right and wrong Lord there'll never be another place In this world I'll call home My momma raised five children, four girls then there was me She
Blowin' dro 24's That's how all my niggas roll Money, hoes, cars and clothes Thats all all my niggas know Blowin' dro 24's That's how all my niggas roll
You gon' roll with me? [C] Hell yeah [N] What son what!? You gon' roll with me? [C] Hell yeah [N] What son what!? You gon' roll with me? [C] Hell yeah
the four 'cause If you take us out, the streets will evolve Some niggaz they live to eat, some niggaz eat to survive And my conscience keep disturbing me
' to maintain a strong grip V-Town, California where I was born and raised since 1979 I been a hustler on the go Pop pos wanna harass Me and my Keesh
roll And continue to kick it wicked Wicked doubts about the en-v It's envy if you ask me Trying to down dawn, Maxine, Terry or Cindy Black, beautiful, intelligent Well structured and strong
freedom, the kind that they promised me, Just for livin' in this country. I want the freedom, the kind that makes me feel strong, But, let me tell you
men, and not reacting We actually run this shit and defend *martial art sample* [islord] Aiyyo, three years trapped in the belly of the beast Got me
Money in the bank, yeah Rocked and rolled but then you rolled and rocked Money in the bank, yeah Rocked and rolled but then you rolled and rocked Listen