struggle in the game (what you see), is the house and the chrome (is what you get), paparazzi round your home (what you see), O.G. E.S.G. (is what you
nigga you will see When you awake, and you still sleep You dead you lil' pussy boy, feel me You said you was gon' muh'fuckin kill me? But you bled, guess you
make you dance some more (T.R.) That's what I came here for Repeat Chorus And nowwww here's the magnificent... Funkyyyyyy momma! Verse One: Queen Pen Lyrical flows like WHAT
from tthe Likwit Crew Hurricane G: So what nigga is it you wanna do J-Ro: My flow is metaphorical Historicly correct What do you expect from
found in a hundred different places Huh, so what we lookin like? We tryin to see some hoes to fuck tonight and you just tryin to see the afterlife Make
you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate [Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*] Call it what you wanna call it I'm a fuckin Alkaholik Bring it if you really
a polar bear frost bite You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right? You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so No tryin' foolery and you won't see
don't quit (oh) And I miss you (oh) I just miss you (oh) I just miss you (oh) Homie I'll never forget you (no) [Verse 2] For you, I wanan write the sickest
partially thick We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's But the only thing you shoot is
'fo you die We didn't even come to fight tonight But it's my life or your life And I'm a bomb first [E.D.I. (Idi Amin)] For so many days and some many
and kill Fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, see [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, uhh
Yo let's see what this boy's all about Cuz this Christmas Eve I'm tryin ta kick it on the couch You better not pout(uh) You better not cry You better
day I never procrastinate (you shouldn't) I'm from where the war games fascinate (you couldn't) You wouldn't believe what they've been tellin me The
them fuckin' kids with yo ugly ass mug And you can tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's goin' on Nigga payback,
’s off the meter Plus we tear the street up *come get it* R: ladies g’d up, what? Don’t smoke the weed up *come get it* L: what? baby come get it (rah
song played and his came on and you did his dance You kept begging me for romance, I kept telling you that's enough You turned on my boy Juvenile and
want me to let 'em know what's the deal (deal) Cause I'm a Texas player that's only gon' keep it trill (trill) You ain't gotta look for no longer, the
