x on the set showin no class just a foul mouthed little fuckin smart ass No fool I went 2 high school dumb ass smoked dope and i flunked every class Slash and I smash
over with So quick, notice how we bang with the knuckles bare Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like tupper ware The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your mouth Polly
vets, what you claimin that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress And Leatha Face pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest
the sword, and you die by it The streets got a code of silence, and we survive by it But some of y'all got the game crossed We got our own set of laws
Remember like it's yesterday, eight-teen and ? I can't remember the letters I just wrote a lot of them Goin for a ride that I cannot stop Set up shop
bitches still breakin they neck Move the crowd without breakin a sweat Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the set
by the Eazy-E spirit And niggas won't cross this line Ice-T set the limit suicide - and niggas won't cross this nine in your mouth what the fuck this
, but I bet I got more I heard he got a Bentley, but I bet it ain't a Zoure She braggin' 'bout his Cadillac, bitch I got four She keep runnin' his mouth
read the four chapters Now I'm back, Brick City, I've been born again Master, hit the switch, Igor, he's alive Yo, set it off, set it off, yo, yo, yo
the bitches still breakin they neck Move the crowd without breakin a sweat Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the set
, said, "There's nothin' he can do for me" That's like takin' a steak out of a lion's mouth Better yet that like takin' a plate outta Ryan's mouth That
and smashing it beatet i'm waking it) i ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund (you know whats comming out of my mouth) hanger med de vildeste gutter (hanging
to toe with a Benzino it don't matter I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to I'm supposed to set an example I
inside straightened Brain contemplatin', clean out the register Dip before somebody catches ya Or gets ya description an' sketches ya The connection was the prime suspect But I ain't set
I'm rippin your wallet off and slippin a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that) Burnin your contracts, punch your A&R in the face *punch sound* Smash his
make your mouth leak Can't fuck with NY, get my diesel from South Beach You ain't got a ride, getchu a cab Ya' bitches is mad, Eve got the shit and smash
and some Hennessy I hear a knockin' at the front door Who could it be? A hoe? Open up and I say, "Hey" She got Courvoisier, Tanqueray and grandma lle Enough to set