that love will drive you on Life Keep it simple, lover I'll meet you under cover I'll meet you anywhere that you wanna go You're my sweet one With you
, that’s my word is bon We gon hit you with the heat like you motherfucking spawn Chorus: rampage and rah digga This is what happens When you fuck with
for me Situation get real bitch'll die for me Even step in the courtroom and lie for me I'm talkin' about right hand in the sky for me Do twenty-five for
Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you,
and cut that bullshit out Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at this bitch house The lack of makin' money make a motherfucker bend If you'd rather me than you
briddonx You ain't no kiddon for the terror squadron You feel the fear of God when I steal a car And flatten ya Pierre Cardin I peirce ya noggin' if you
s lookin for a hit for veins or he'll blow out somebody's brains Even the shorties livin naughty lives Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives
the devastating craving I have for making bars and notes Step and get striked from the stars in my throat Reservation for one, plus a table for three
lay you out, show you what steel do Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges Every invitation to fight you punk asses Like pun said, "You not even En
'll ride for me Situation get real bitch'll die for me Even step in the courtroom and lie for me I'm talkin' about right hand in the sky for me Do twenty-five for
cuts with a knife like a surgery Sayin that the slice aint nice that's perjury The music infiltrates you mutates you Grabs you holds you moulds you and let you Do things you
62 Impala And if you shoot you better kill 'Cause if you don't and you won't But then I will, you won't rest in peace you'll rest in pain Why, because
is waiting for some thug shit thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches Like a south paw you
Bitch Long strokes You a nympho Who the pimps though Me and roger troutman Had you at juan momma house Shouting Through the talk box You exhaust cocks And you
white power peice of nazi fucking shit five on one come on and show me how white you fucking are and how you can fight for your race you don't scare me
corners that we fight for City from the shores breeds gangsters and Vice Lords Bustin' pistols while we runnin' from the five, oh Hit the adversaries up because we drive
few chips, you could blow wit' me Oh, and I got a girl, shh, keep that on the low for me Yo, shorty, if you drive, I let you push the five We could take
the light If you ask for cash, oh I'm mad for life Kiss ass, you Dyke and I'm fast to fight If you get mad, [Incomprehensible] grab a bite, what? Or
