'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me) I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew) We comin through a hundred
a life of crime since I was nine Gettin' money by design despite the time Hustlin' to be a man and feed my fam My wife, my seed, my land completes the
up to the table, looked into my eyes Then she turned around and shook her behind So I said to myself, it's time for me to release My vicious rhyme I call my
? Huh, S-4-3-0 keep me on my toes Get a tingle in my spine, wet spot only he knows He's a hot boy, Missy sing it out and I'm gon' spit it Ruff Ryders
on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly I'
the back, have em clutchin they ?toes? Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes Yo I'm 'Gruff
you god, this rap life shit is really hard I spent my money at the bar, but I still be large Charge cards, your garage for my truck My cellys off the
nigga come who crazy hot I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac Now I'm sayin this shit slow, so you don't miss it Don't be a statistic, my jewels
my motherfuckin' job, him or me Lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin' My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns As the world keeps turnin' round and round (My
, shows for y'all niggaz My StarTec niggaz, Motorola outed Zone coaster, hold my dick on a poster Smoke weed now til its a little roacha I'ms a fiend
I smoke pot, he sticks me like shots Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott Me, my hot self, myself be so hot Touch my hot
started on my set in black (Uh-huh) Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?) Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?) My lil' nigga,
, cause I know you're in heat Spread your legs and get ready for the Compton meat I'm a hound, cause the twat makes the Eiht go wild Throw your legs on my
the back, have em clutchin they ? toes? Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes Yo I'm '
low Escape routes major, elite street rollers Shit, we doper than cola, straight from Ayatollah A Town heat strokers, flamin' like the Devil's poker Two of the best wit it, hot
the skinny nigga is no bitch, know this, I'm so loyal to my [Cali Niggas] Jay-Rock [Screwed] ------ Crusing through my hood to see whats good, my block