but thats underneath skirt. Left right up and down let me see you touch the ground. Left right up and down let me see you touch the ground. Left right up and down
debate but legally I was now in custody of the state Chorus: And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink Say what's up to Xzibit and I
my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold And this load is like the weight of the world And I think my neck is breaking should I just give up, Or try to live up
dis you Get you for thinkin like a minor and on a level of one And sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dine ya Lace ya for total vigina and still We right
rise and fall This is for my dogs Down to die for yours Extreme Venom No mercy When we all up in 'em Cut em Down To hell is where we send them My whole
I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and
your knot Outlaw mafia click moving up another knotch And your [? pop stars pops? ] and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and
this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break, Show up and muthafuckas bow down, recognize Westside, Death Row, Outlaw, Ridaz, Untouchable mob of pistol
plated 9 triggas Must see my enemies defeated i'm cashin' while they coughed up and weeded open fire now them niggas bleedin' see me in flesh and test and
dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me? When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game there's up's and down
I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed ta heavy pistol sales for living my gun rip through lungs and
Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains
know I tear the club up fo' sho This flow is gon' bring more dough [yeah!] And you know but actin' like you don't know [ Verse 2 ] [ Eminem ] When me and
nowhere, and keep you surfin like brawley(sp? ) Narley! I’m the bitch with the pistol Woody woodpecker or l.l. at the bristol Official stand, hold it down
and Blow Ya Conscience out! [Chorus] [Verse 2:] My flow so raw, I thought about baggin it up, Every word like a Bird, I'm jus addin it up, But with
sippin, sippin on bo'" [Bun B] Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin good Swangin down
Concentrate unloadin' our steel Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will Riding on niggas that when the (?) spilled Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal (?) and
and make love all day Now I think I'm gonna burn it down Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down to the ground CHORUS II (X2