get ya all that shit what's up little Alice in wonderland, you bitch we are coming and you can suck the dick, work it tight 'Cause I know what's up
the van Walk a straight line Lost count of the beers Somewhere around nine Drunk and driving, boy You really fucked up Now you're in the squad car Hands
feeling nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it'
gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm like Elvis in there, they can't believe you dropped Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot I picked up
that's why I rock the lle' And chop the lle' to push bricks through your block a day I'll bring terror to your squad and make you rock away Don't depend
a one will stand gunnin this motorbike feelin this power man 185 miles per hour man i stay cooralatin with the taliban i show up (show up, show up, show up, show up
ya after you juck buck and banks up [Game:] B-Dub [Juice:] As Its time to change up [Game:] Drinks on us tonight put your change up And your chains up
? Girl Understand We Aint Gotta Hold Hands, Cause This Aint Love Its Straight Lust, I Have You Back In The Morning Before He Wake Up, Approaching, Hopefully
dollar counts Bustas is jealous and half these niggaz is punks They runnin off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump They jump, my automatic
mob figgaz (check game you little young punk) We world wide mob figgaz (all you niggaz is ??) [Verse One] What, what? Uhh, put them hands up Rich niggaz throw the grands up
secret places and gettin with Lil' Mo The neighborhood's buzzin, now people are talkin Lil' Trigga's gettin pictures of the both of 'em walkin (Hand in hand
the dice, we roll long, ain't nothin' nice so the vice wanna follow us around (raize up) Got 'em runnin' as we clown thru the town (blaze up) Another
: [Eat a dick up] ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money" -- Rakim] Verse One: Live Squad Strugglin, jugglin,
: Growing up as an inner city brotha where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me
ruckus [Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The
know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don
