You're so dead to me Another broken promise and our love ends tragically May I suggest your lock your doors and hide the key somewhere deep inside your
: You're so dead to me Another broken promise and our love ends tragically May I suggest your lock your doors and hide the key somewhere deep inside
loser lang we can get our freakin on Baby you know the game slipped away Slide me your number It's the last day of spring, see ya first day this summer
middle finger up While I'm over here shoving my dick in a hole in the mud My bitch, know I'm perfectly fit for murder Because I murdered her, so you
left a witness Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nigga snitch Should I shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich? Don't wanna commit murder, but
of moving cars, Remember, New Jersey driver’s like a East Coast menace, And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dogg in it, Give me a New York minute
Yeah, today the big day [Xzibit] Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones One more day and I'm a free man walkin Leavin from behind
I charter my own Propellers, good fellas leave all them playa haters jealous Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus? Because release day
realest nigga that do this Got a crew of real spitters That'll murder this new shit I encourage the ladies stay away From the techno papa today That shit is gay The good old years
little nigga wanna take it for the pay baby girl dug how nigga feel the day thugging in public while my thugging in public while my broads say they love it couple of years
may come and some time You'll get pulled over by one time And when in 1999 rewinds did'n even make any strides Murder all around the whole world is nausiating
[Bizzy Bone] Raising, hustlas, thieves and prostitutes Young homie, think before you shoot, murderer........ Where will our children go When there's no
watch out for them thugsta thugsta niggas Sneakin' up on you, I told you it's comin' Armageddon (It's comin Armageddon) New world order (New world order
I got the new face tape I'm about to Pop in the deck for you niggaz Turn up your radios You're down and out, money funny, you hustle and die On the verge
spot, I ain't got no hair on my tongues 'Cause where I'm from, we don't only talk the talk We walk the walk, B-X, baby, New York, New York Never jump
the Mobil Ant Banks came through Ridin' in a brand new Benz A nigga like that might have a few ends No shit, bitch, stupid hoe You spent your last 10 years
New York is the enemy man look what they did to Kennedy why, why, why me, why me, why do thugs die playa Chours Verse 3 Numskull: 1, 2, 3 years
