suck through (?) We truck jewels, we dust brothers fuck mothers You thugs love us, ? the gunslingers and drughustlers Where my gangstas at? [Cuts] "Is you a gangsta?" "With gangsta rap
ll Be Mine Tonight I'm From The Streets Bitch And I'm Hood Rich My Grill Is So Ill It'll Make Your Titayz Spill Ya I Kill Bill So Lay Off My Thrill Chorus
rap song, that street gang banging shit is really real Don?t get it confused, the city kills I burn nine milli drills the enemy of warfare?s get it ill
had to walk around with the piece with me There was a young man who was misled So I put the gun to his head, this is what I said (Ill Bill) Dance with
, now you in the presence of a heartless Nigga, from out the gutter, spit it and don't stutter I'm a gangsta, raised around the dope fiends and hustlers
nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me You just a groupie, oh you gangsta then shoot
Tradegy Khadafi] Niggas scared to pull a hit for shit, my team will know a bitch sniffer pyriamid off a dollar bill, she will, 97 to the hill get ill
Rap apostle, nacho cheese, I'm Castro Compared to these niggaz who swear to be the real But impostors to Hoffa, Nas plague kills Countin' bills to send
This ones For the psychos Gang bangers And sluts Bumbs holding the pipe Those College graduate fucks I feel for no foes I kill till I close My trap I'm ill
up) ?clova? Gs (what up) If yo aint talkin bout fightin den you need to (shut up) Ima warrior nigga i aint scared of you nigga Ima gangsta bowi ill
411 into the 911 emergency, surgeon see Rap is outta control Hey, hey rap, rap wait, what wait Hey, rap is outta control Wait, wait, rap, rap is outta
Just because a young boy, turned the mic on Still admire skills and cats that are ill With lyri-kills, nowadays the chorus is payin' the bill The black
nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me You just a groupie, oh, you gangsta, then shoot
bill We be givin competition, your motherfuckin' cheddar's Fuck what you wear, rap ain't about rappin' about your clothes No wooly I suppose that you're ill
plane im smuggle Im nothin but trouble Ill make ya money double cook me in bacon soda, ill turn ya hoop-rock into a new range-rover Ill pay all ya bills
