roof when the storm pass Talkin - y'all comfortable right now to your own land 'Til a nigga catch ya down bad, starvin and want cash Get your mind right, nigga get your
get killed with it These are my dice This is my board I let you roll off And how you gon' have ice When I cut your fuckin' water off We be on some
get killed with it These are my dice This is my board I let you roll off And how you gon' have ice when I cut your fuckin' water off [Chorus] [Project
your brains knocked out Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out Respect my mind or have them boys in your house Respect my mind, look, we be ridin
Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me I'm on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' em too Fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains
many 14's Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin' Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and confusion I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors Then come to your
my realm But since I sliced and diced your prime rib into minced meat My feat was your defeat, so take a loss and a seat My zone, get your own and your
I take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh While that AK 47 shell cut me in half
bit of ecstacy That's why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit a everything [Young Buck] I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag And
[Juvenile] Look, Look You made me think to step in this square We got some killers up in here And he hating a player Disregard what you saw outside Pay
missin' It's old tradition how we click and fall in position The rap coalition, we gettin' rich an Yeah son, I want it all, your crib, cars and beepers
You couldn't kill me because I can't kill myself And if I got beef then I got it for self And if I catch a body, I catch it for self To me, murder is
from N.Y. It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin I be all you need to rock these mic devices Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle I'm not your
this as real as it gets Aiyyo, aiyyo Jinx Da Juvenile, yeah I was one of them bastards Bustin' them ratchets, before this rap shit I copped coke cut
n.y. It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin I be all you need to rock these mic devices Projectile shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle I'm not your
coming through Eyes swollen up the size of coconuts Your body folding up Allah the soldier struck and through the cut I walk and hold you up Sit back hang from your
alleyways Where niggaz get grazed in the back From stray shots Clips with hollow tips for your spine Or either remain calm Catch a rhyme, to your mind