'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food! 'cause when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga! And all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no
like a werewolf in a full moon With the force of a Trojan horse pushin', forward Have your seatbelt fastened We blastin' into orbit, movin' toward a
wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe Sonja blad-e, just so you know baby (yeah) Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady How rich this
separatin us from a mack-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz No matter how you try, niggaz never die
left (l-look) l-look (l-look) I said - how many niggaz fell victim to the streets Rest in peace young nigga, it's a heaven for I'd be a liar if I told
us from a mack-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz No matter how you try, niggaz never die We just retaliate
s a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray) The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay) We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream
we gave him a job, making three hundred a week But he slipped on my piece, now he's back in the streets How many times have you let your tongue go slip
my cousins out in Compton [DJ Quik] I'm not a kingpin, I'm just a wing man Strapped to the teeth with a blunt, and a green can A-B-C-D-E-F no G Hennessy
' mind I pray it opens up your eyes Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all So we live for the present time [Bubba Sparxxx] Next time you in the A-T-L
wit this? I mean how many whips I'ma have to cop? How many albums I'ma have to drop? How many bitchs I'ma have to fuck? And how many guns I'ma have to
comin soon, early June Killa Bee platoon, well groomed Spells doom, raise the volume You react like a werewolf in a full moon With the force of a trojan
vamp you with the shotgun Cops try to flex.. but guns they'll never find.. My Lethal Weapon's my mind! [Chorus x2: Rakim, "Microphone Fiend"] "A lethal weapon.. A lethal weapon.. A
name on it for a rainy day [Doap Nixon:] So many days, so many nights So much money got fucked up, so many fights So many niggas got knuckled down for
How many niggaz you roll with that you feel is real? How many niggaz you roll that know you gonna kill, gangsta huh? Fuckin with the Line It's about time
, Esoteric.. 7L Oh, and another thing... kill all that.. the la la about the guns and shit Y'all ain't got no motherfuckin' guns... Y'all pull a gun on
wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe SONJA BLAD-E, just so you know baby (yeah) Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady How rich this
