at me Like a thug bad influence or maybe just your fling But, I'm your king, yeah sure thing And your my queen so I treat you accordingly Never thought I'd
take the weight 'cause with a record like yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate) Nigga for you, I kill a whole God damn crew (why? ) 'cause I know you'd
блиф, not bling, fast beat, бархат, Girlfriend, new brend, sampling hobby, Zig-zag, bullet, wallstreet, flow me. Jay Dee, Ill G, Stones Throw, Fergie, Big mac
lose the passion to go platinum Said, I'd live it up ?til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it To make classics, hotter than acid P-D
driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell Looked in the mirror what did we see ? Fuckin' blue lights L.A. P.D
driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell Looked in the mirror what did we see ? Fuckin' blue lights L.A. P.D Pigs
Styler with Physical Poets, look out [ Donald D ] Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah [ Bronx Style Bob ] This is Bronx Style Bob... [ Ice-T ] Nat The Cat, boy [ Randy Mac ] Randy Mac
Louie 'til I fall Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear big move My team, you would think
ninja I'm gonna break it down down to the centre I tend ta (to) get into ya mind like I'm meanta If you was earth and it was 2012 then I'd end ya But
can build statures of me Old money Benjamin Button, what, nuttin' Now super bad chicks givin' me Mac lovin' You'd think I ran the world like Michelle's husband You'd
album is so morbidly put I tote twice just in case I gotta shoot you and throw away my future for yo' life I could knock you out, I'd rather stand over
in the D (uhh) You, we got you Spot him before he spots you WAR! Wanna bring it to, bring it to me (uhh) Wanna bring it to me, we in the D (uhh) You,
't proud of what I did, and if I could go back in time I'd try to find another way instead of packing .9's Toting K's and holding MAC's But we know time
My nine flies, baptize, rap guys With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most You hold your toast shaky, slippin', tryin' to break me Look what you made me do, brains blew My team
of Louie til I fall Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move My team, you would think
, wipe the sweat off Uhh, 'cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brookland Army fatigue break up teams
my escape Out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessey until I cold hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms'd hurry
to go platinum Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it to make classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin
