in citta sento bla bla bla (mellico, bizzy e nick, ill click con killa p) [Bizzy - RIT] Tu e il tuo crew accumulate lividi siete privi di qualita. Questo e ill click
Mentally ill, please someone call a docta 911 it's emergency go get a doct. You(d')'on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka I got a bad habbit I might
40 When I send it your way Xzibit: Niggas that hustle Till the day light break Go to county 20 times Still can't go straight Don't nothin in
bleed My mind clicks to homicide, bullets fly, ladies cry A lot of people die, some nights I can't right Stare at the blue lines, I think, I'm a go blind
child, woman and man God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click
brain, cell And when I get through, you say -- aww hell man! Styles that I free won't, stop til the end Paper I go on and go on with the pen Get a
Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man Just rhymin' over here man Hey go 'head, go get drunk, nigga Ay, go smoke yo' weed, nigga Yo, go drink
," I said, "You know the way you fell inside of the place, you got style" She smiled, said "You're working real hard for some satisfaction" She grabbed the dice, and told me "go
stacks Really though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all Chorus Verse Three: Sheek Luchion Yo, hard
write a new song Been in the game since what? That shit is past tense Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the C With that ill shit, I came
if you try to ill though Fuck around you get bucked on the hill bro Mr. Tony Toca, rollin' wit the joker East L.A. to Bushwick, Cosa Nostra Bring it to you bitch ass clicks
Wit a thick bitch, go head check out my cargo you know one gon be wit me wherever my car go Where yo baby at where yo white Mercedes at ill let u borrow
become reality (? ? ) it's hard to breathe (? ? ) it's hard to leave So when you all deceased To forgot to grill You ain't hard to kill Flip this bitch go
the slap ridas click we dont chase hoes an hate niggas that ride dick (Chorus) Verse 2: (MJG) w-w-w.m-j-g.com give me the mic an ill give you songs
, go bad, go hard In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard In the trunk, motherfucker, go bad, go hard Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard Cut loose, motherfucker, go
Yeah, c'mon, yeah Some of this ol' hype shit, you know what I'm saying? Fuck with it, punk nigga, yeah Here we go with this ill shit, I knew I had to
V.E. N' Bone Thugs(x4) To get the cash I get the mask, My trigga finger itch so im quick to blast, Im quick to spaz, Ill strip ur ass, Ill be able than
