if you don't, you don't I'll feed you to the dogs like a bitch I boned My only concern is for the cash I gross A nigga more deadly up against the ropes
in the ditch It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one
it's time for the payback, black, The boss is back! {Boss} I'm back. I don't know the meaning of trust I gotta live so I do what I must Some girls'll
like a roc It sounded like a roc It sounded like a roc (They thought I didn't know) It sounded like a roc One double 9 tre, dumbbells I lift it Just for
, alone in my There's circus on the moon I'm a perfect little fall for the prognosticator subdue I bet you, in a minute they'll be searching my room Watch out for before they
you know me better than they This isn't who I am Oh, girl you know, yeah yeah And what do I do, to make amends for all I've put you through I see that
's me brian, that guy, from that class, russian lit? care to sit, have a chip, care for some fun dip, doystoyefsky doesn't impress me, what do you think
reach Then thats 2-1 for the set now lets stretch out in the streets Tray Deee never do it easy fool so dont expect it Niggas get checked and they sets
a nine to five, but still clocked g's Harold reuben, freewood ave would make a man of them too And he thought, yeah that's the life, he wanna do like they do
, we're all in this together My album was raw because no-one would ever Think like I think and do what I do I stole the show, and then I leave without a clue What do
heat pop pop For the plot and we dropping 'em Unstoppable, cocking 'em, leaving 'em dead When they lay in the land of the raw Nigga what you seen, what
for fun Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin' that fly shit And you notifying Alkaholiks daily So punk motherfucker you better duck bitch What do
vacant lot, Jumping' jumprope for all they got Down the road comes Samantha Sue: "I like to jump rope. Can I jump, too?" Sorry, Sammy, no can do. There
I rhyme So run run run, ya better head for the hills Get ya gun gun gun, and ya cyanide pills And a rope for ya neck, and a razor for your wrists 'cause
to figure out why Sucker mc's wanna battle me when they know they will die In the end, so why pretend you're livin trifle I'ma rope you up like a cowboy
I Be Hearin These Niggas, What They Say In They Rhymes, I Took My Spot Nobody Gave Me Mine, I Make The Beats That Boom Boom Boom! In They Trunks, U Disagree
I live at cause ra be in the club but I still go long as I'm with my nigga maine from holly grove bitches like damn what y'all always together for respect
