a-material They'll spread for cred Bacterial I can't sit through this, no way Get your face out of my face Take who you heard I am and times it by a thousand
new a-material They'll spread for cred Bacterial I can't sit through this, no way Get your face out of my face Take who you heard I am and times it by a thousand
y'all need to Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on bring the heat. (Xzibit) Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain stuck with a thousand street
a pot of a lotta nouns Spit a verse and every person that you love about to drown I'm a shark in a bloody game of Marco Polo Dart flyin through the air
bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale
map, by any means Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend Keep my enemies on a first name basis and hate them niggaz like a skinhead racist Chuck
we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a
do' Balla block, a short stop or drop down in fat, hoe (What?) I don't keep it a hundred, I keep it a thousand I'm hood, so I rep the hood direct from
making me bust Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing But you like every other rapper, cornrows and a bandana But I get a hundred and fifty thousand
we get a ticket and Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch? Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans And thirty thousand for a
your back disc Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner Wake up every mornin' write a new banger That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P Or the H A
ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fuckin' money [Incomprehensible] Uhuh, check it I'm hotter than a
million Hah-hah, yo, when it's time to flow I surprise and blow Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time
, I drive a shatterproof Benz and all my men's are tattle proof My mic is a dyke, my life is a light A day to God is a thousand years, how long is a
a yacht, no callin the cops In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop Givin a dime cock, blowin away Baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day Pick up a
's passed noon, he should be here soon Sip a little moonshine inside a saloon All of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs Sounds like a thousand wolves
