I ain't shit without my homeboyz (overlapping last line, sung) Please believe I ain't shit without my homeboyz(and that's real shit) I ain't nothing
stinkish And if it's not, well I guess I'm not The A-S-O-N my friends, it's dirty and it's stinkin' [Chorus] [Method Man] I'm not a Spanish talkin'
's all get drunk tonight I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight Get nervous As I swerve this Cadillac through Purvis Hope I don't crash when I hit
But if I don't drink and drive then how the fuck am I gone get home? I can't stop smokin' weed 'cause I ain't no quitter Since it's killin' my brain
all you old niggas hoes When I come, I come with it, I don't rep Playa haters wanna kill me, march niggas, step Yeah I got it, fuck them niggas, I ain't
t know it's just your karma catching upcause I'm a Drama Setter [Verse 1 - Tony Yayo] I'll poke you man I'm Riker's Island Pokemon I got C.O.'s bringin
ass niggas still snooze It doesn't matter, boo, I'll make you scatter Don't flatter 'cause I don't want your bitch nigga chit-chatter I got stacks and
's all cleared up And it's comin' right back 'Cause I'm telling your pack So don't freak out when your secret's out That's right girl, you can't deny
in all the facts Yo, I know niggaz like you 'cuz I meet 'em all the time And I greet 'em with the 9 if they ever keep what's mine If I lose, I get loc
glisten E-s-g's who I be, boy I'm country like chitlins And cornbread, I'm gone fed, kenny red ain't no joke A last resort like papa roach Pass the sweet
glocks I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first introduction To this motherfuckin' crip hop CRIP 'cause that's all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip And I
cute For the first time I didn't know what to do I said, "I'd better start to make the cash, Love is for the middle class" If all I had was love, would I
from sellin' hot dogs last week To wanting to fight tha champ this week. forget about him. Cool breeze: i'mma i'mma who is he? I'm tha champ. Other guy: I don't
yo' bet Best believe I clock G's, nigga no dice, I time the blast, I smash, I'm up in your house Chorus: 'cause I'm a hustler, 'cause I'm a killa, who
technology, better than Germany Since the first days you know of, till the last days is over I was always the flower, I made waves for Noah From a compound
on her Awww skeet skeet I won't for saint pete I'm tryna blow up big like Aretha's peak I got hoes on deck, I want want want And I fuck it so much that
- The Game] I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya Put
't cuban!) So I still produce def jams like my name was ricky rubin M-a-s-t-e-r and this ain't store bought hip-hop from a jar and It sure ain't stephanie
