in citta sento bla bla bla (mellico, bizzy e nick, ill click con killa p) [Bizzy - RIT] Tu e il tuo crew accumulate lividi siete privi di qualita. Questo e ill click
in the choke whole rubberband [Game:] I got it Luis Vitton wallet No cash lets ask the black card to solid [Juice:] Hard black like the Bentley coup Hop in ill
, in my life believe it It takes a stand to be a man Plus the gang conceited Fools trying to be hard They only act the role You little sorry ass bitches, Ill
: [Sen Dog] Bout to mash these niggaz man Don't come in my backyard motherfucker Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker! Ha! Yeah Here we go y'all
stacks Really though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all [Chorus] [Verse Three: Sheek Luchion] Yo, hard
forever, what Ill will the label Bravehearts yawl scared of us Yo when those niggas ran these niggas stayed With these niggas switched up and bitched up afraid These niggas clicked
gangsters, where them dimes at? [Verse Two: Ludacris] Yuh, woo! It's time to go, Luda let's go! I'm from the school of hard knocks, sneak peeks and
: [Prodigy] Yo.. Is it ill, do it need to be fixed? (That shit is real Dunn; and stop talkin like your skills don't kill) Nah it's just that sometimes
ova the stove n make the birds sing U think about that I'll be right back Ring There she go baby come right back Click Ring Then she call right back Click
-Caster Hey Its Ya Broad Master Ill Have My Bois Masterbate On Ya Broad Faster Bag Da Hard N Da Plastic Watch How I Go Hard On Da Ave Wit It I Move
: Mentally ill, please someone call a docta 911 it's emergency go get a doct. You(d')'on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka I got a bad habbit I
Tune in, play it again, Q, fuck me? Fuck you That's how I'm supposed to do We'll go eye for eye, we'll go tooth for tooth Who the fuck wastes they money
: Free stylin on the mic and in the go Free stylin on the mic so let it flow Free stylin on the mic and in the go And first on the microphone Psycho
Certifed bartender So catch the 40 When I send it your way Xzibit: Niggas that hustle Till the day light break Go to county 20 times Still can't go
bleed My mind clicks to homicide, bullets fly, ladies cry A lot of people die, some nights I can't right Stare at the blue lines, I think, I'm a go blind
child, woman and man God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click
brain, cell And when I get through, you say -- aww hell man! Styles that I free won't, stop til the end Paper I go on and go on with the pen Get a
