Let's go! If I want it I'm gonna fucking take it. Conceal, hide I'm not on their side. Fuck the world, steal everything. Fuck the world. (I'm) taking
: (feat. Dorasel, Thorough) [Hook x4: Eightball] We run this shit And we don't give a fuck who you be run-nin with So don't forget [Eightball] Gotta
would fall to the side, or go to Way Side It ain't a motherfucker alive to come and take mine (no!) Don't procrastinate, don't waste time Never faced
can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss That's what the matter with black people anyway We ain't down with nothin', I don't care what you say Yell or lie, don't
s a punk ass bitch, ain't never been no place I can't hold back, now's the time To leave your stank fake broke ass bitches behind And move on like a player
me what it is, man, tell me what you want Not talkin' 'bout the music but we likes to funk Ain't no such thang as a Oakland punk It don't matter who you
day Talkin' 'bout he don't eat beef and he don't eat pork And my homegirl was over there and she was like "Girl, he look so tall on TV" I said, "Girl
some of us puff Black's Some Newports Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it! Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin
It's nine in the morning and he's drunk One day, I feel that I'm gonna shoot that punk My bitch laying next to me in the bed I honestly don't give a
play serial killa Fruitloop biting my mind like Godzilla We survive like catapillas in cocoons and caskets Stretch the industry like elastic So fantastic, like
' at me like I'm a set of titties Autographin t-shirts, hats, and socks And this bitch don't even know Riddlebox Real juggalos don't want no picture
Starin at me like I'm a set of titties Autographin t-shirts, hats, and socks And this bitch don't even know Riddlebox Real juggalos don't want no picture
don't forget We run this shit, we don't give a fuck Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget First of all, know this, I ain't a new nigga So don't act
block to block, to scale this town From crooked cops to, dope spots, all around Uhh, hot poles to six folds of strawberries Hood's tight like Fort Knox, runnin thru military Attitudes, don't
Fuck you, die slow mother fucker. My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother fuckers can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin
(em) - Hailie baby, what do you wanna be when you grow up? (Hailie) - i don't know, but i don't wanna be like Ja Rules dirty ass kids! ha ha ha [Em &
