for years Are just a bunch of jealous lies And if you chew too much You could end up choking You took what was mine Straight fucking stole it from
: You niggaz is soldiers man, fuckin toy soldiers Yeah get in line cadet; atten-HUT! Yayo you punk-ass bitch I know you can't wait to get off house arrest
this's Westside 'til i die I'm a motherfucking Soldier niggah, I'm a Soldier niggah, I'm a motherfucking Soldier niggah, I'm a Soldier niggah [Verse
: [Intro] You niggas is soldiers man Fuckin' toy soldiers Yeah get in line cadet Aten Hut! Yayo you punk ass bitch. I know you cant wait to get off
, I'm gon' be a fuckin problem Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? Real live black... ghosts Feel me? [Verse One: 2Pac] Some say I'm crazy, these punk
: "Alright now, here we go" Verse One: 2Pac Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers
indo! [B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo! Verse Three: B-Real Twelve punks to go, who's next on the list Matter
Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't She's been stolen from you (Verse 2) She's sitting there
s in my east saint laron suit on, then we do a dance like my man luther dan, but my verse came first, i stole change out her purse, now i wanna dig her
: [Intro, Ice Cube:] What would you do If I punked your whole crew? Would you run like a bitch from me? Niggaz don't test Cause we come from the west
before we blaze up tree?s, No way you can drop me, no way you can hole my rich, And fact still remains that you stole my diss, ahha! [Chorus] Punk no
{What you doin' on our turf, punk? Got a message for Smokey Give it, you Smokey, man? Give it If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message
's spoiled Don't drink the milk! (why? ) it's spoiled Don't drink the milk! (will you tell me why...) it's spoiled (yo punk tell him why...) the milk is spoiled!! Verse
4] We stay crunk over here mayne a whole sick crunk Some niggas got the hustling in the corner like a punk Some niggas i cant trust them cuz i got my pocket loaded Stole
queen, a call girl doin' tricks Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes With high heels, you stole
of brothers out there Chorus: x2 Bald-headed girl Bald-headed girl Bald-headed girl For me Verse one: There are nine million girls with weaves With bald heads, braids get sweaty in nine months Punks
[ verse 1: king tee ] They live on the street and they hustle for fame Some kill for a livin, some sling cocaine Because it's now a lifestyle and a full
