my friends and get them out of town Whoever did this was a fucking pro Smooth, smart, complex and composed I swear I think I've seen this very same M.O
get my friends and get them out of town Whoever did this was a fucking pro Smooth, smart, complex and composed I swear I think I've seen this very same M.O
traveled has immediate reaction Can't you see that I am beaming? I'll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last
: (feat. Paul Cain) [Intro - Paul Cain] Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain Ghetto, I got these niggaz man (uh huh) Clue! (yeah), I'm the first line of
entertainment I'm what they been trying to do, not do I'm the kid, they been lying to you You need people like me I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Yeah, that
top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard, We can?t find Biggies? killers so we gave Diddy a star, And I?m by far, Hollywood boulevard, but I?m from a boulevard
ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm like
on [The Game] Gettin' my Bang on Red strings on Lue vaton kicks, Lue vaton frames on Lue vaton belt holdin' the 4,5 You know who I am bitch I'm Mr. Westside
mma break his ankles like Hot-Sauce Ask niggaz from your hood I'm thorough like 5 boroughs Sit on any stoop ? In the thermo Wait till Alpo come home Like AZ from
makes me happy, when I am sad, You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2 Live away... [Clay D:] YO-O-O-O-O-O, LET'S GO! (HEYY!!)
bang We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific And get this, I'm hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot
smile plastic tears like last year, ni**az stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta a*s bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, M-O
I'm puttin in work, but didn't hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed Carressin your thoughts, cause I'm livin Fed Heard what I said? Passion is crashin the room From
how long will she last? I'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip I'm lost in the
the clip I'm ridin shot gun with the tint in the back I'm plan to have a motherfuckerin mint in this rap I'm from the V-A-L-L-E-J-O Where sellin narcotics
3:] I'm wonderin' when I'm gone if you'll miss me (miss me) or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy I'm fuckin' with you I'm feelin' your shape
