it by myself Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts Ita??s all good, ita??s all good Right off the rip, nobody is quite like me You gon need
s in the car, mine's in this bitch (Oh! oh! oh!), mine's in this bitch (Oh! oh! oh!), mine's in this bitch Better listen up close nigga, don't trip Yo heat's
's get to the battle Niggaz is babies with bottles and rattles The street lights is on, it's your curfew, ske-daddle That all you got G? You comin up
and out of the spots, (it's all good) When we overseas, getting that cheese, whipping the hottest V's Blowin' exotic trees, playa, (it's all good) When
with my crew, flippin' over 62's 'Cause G E D, wasn't B I G I got P A I D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I
me? Word up to all them gangster niggas All them gangster niggas, man All them gang bangin' niggas in L.A All them niggas in Little Rock, Arkansas Bang, bang, nigga, it's
, be tryin' to stick me You mad morbid, but it's a planet out of orbit Can't absorb it but tell me, you all for it Can't call it, my defense'll make
' to stick me You mad morbid but it's a planet out of orbit Can't absorb it, but tell me, you all for it Can't call it, my defense'll make you forfeit
me They supposed to Niggaz wanna grind like crime like me They supposed to Niggaz wanna mash like me, dash like me Sometimes I really wonder what's it
' brock and gritty Tryin' to meet somethin', so I can skeet somethin' Five with it, slide with it, P hit it, I hit it What's it all about? Servin' yeah
me, if I am ever solved motherfuckers Solve the shit, I insist I ain't goin' nowhere I hear ya'all motherfuckers talkin', complainin' It's too this, it's too Dogg, It's
into your harbor of lights And there and forever to cast out my night Give me my task And let me do it right And do it with all of my might O Death
) Ride with us (Sho' nuff, Dave Greenberg) Ride with us (All the starvin artists) Ride with us (All the starvin artists) Ride with us (All the starvin artists) Ride with
when Just-Ice was kickin that fuck shit ass bitch your mother's dick shit That's when it all started Walk down the street with a shotgun Totin' on jackets
mad bass in it Rip your bitch drawers off Put my face in it Fingerfuckin, 'till the worm breakdance in it When I'm done leave the crib Shake hands with it
N9ne] Life's a bianca, so me and Cali create the Funkra Don't interput me during me mantra Hunts for party chicks in Shreelanca Past them hookers with
dimes here By the port authority but I got more authority Your girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me Reporters report me, how she report to the orgy But it's
say let's snort it I can import it, export it sports car Let's port it, fresh auto, I report I just bought it I scream let's get it, they ain't pimp