'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle' West Coast niggaz still holdin' shit down I'm a G, you can't see me That must be why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth, bitch) I'm da shit
Now where's the shit? The shit? The shit! N*gga whatsup man? Come on kill that noise man, let's just get the shit, Don't worry, you'll get the shit, You
Перевод: Игры. Da Shit.
In Da Club rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely But usually we still see your bitches Thats is known for quick shit
heat and protect your self Rule' holla at yo' peoples nigga.. (Verse 1 Ja Rule) For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da Where ever
way since I was fourteen And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay
line get 20 rounds in ya hip (ayyy) Shoot first and ask question lata (lata) Da answer is it was all about da paper (jea) Everything da game is shit
[Eminem:] Ladies and gentlemen make some noise Aww shit Yeah Y'all ready to get this shit started or what Well I brought some friends with me too Now
my lungs I'm losin it, snappin huh, this ain't just no rappin uh Back all the way back when you see that strap cause it go dada-da-da Are you ready to
I'm contemplating plots wondering which door to go Brothas getting shot, comin back resurrected It's just that raw shit, nigga check it (that raw shit
and one in da hole When da first one get out da next one goes To know in ya head you gotta know where you been Da glock stays wit me We friends to da
more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money Yeah [Verse 2- 50 Cent] Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit
[Skit] "Aye you want some of this shit" "Naw, I don't want that shit" "I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit" "And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap
charts The shit we be spittin, be state of the art We rockin ya block shit, wlyin like rock shit Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit [
