Arty] Check it out huh, this is how it's going down From the Boogie Down, brothers stand around with a frown [x2] [Verse 1: A.G.] It's time to hit
a wildflower But it’s “fuck the world”, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing bout her Been to hell and back, I can show you
Slouch cat livin off calibil breeze You wanna get involved Better grip on tight Take the next flight We got it locked on the next bike [rampage] Check it out I got the eye of a
to turn a heifer to a hiker Every time they see me it's a crowd like a cipher (Testing, testing) Mic check, one, two How many cars in my yard? I'll check
hold a G Yeah, and if I want I'm a get it And if I don't really want it, then it can leave I'm a let it Used to be N Luv With My Money, now I'm in love
Of course I'm a beast on them tracks I release Whether East or West, I envision a check That my show pay, I'm a predator, hey So where's my prey 'cause it
Keep in touch though and show how much your ass is with it The dope flow is there and in a minute you can get it (come on) You gotta watch a nigga
(Eminem) It is not about lyrics anymore It’s about a hot beat and catchy hook If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it Then so be it, ’cause now there
it girl And if you thinkin' it, let's start drinkin', let it go girl Check it out You ain't a dime, you's a silver dolla It'll be a crime, if I
know who did it, but they notice me Every day's a death threat, but I ain't dead yet So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set Don't know where
the VS bling, look at that light show In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo Just can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho Banks is a
son, check it out though YaknowhatI'msayin? Word up son Listen up son, knowhatI'msayin? (Watch out for them man) Listen up son, check it out though,
broke You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper Mama you can have fifty, mama you
love it You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it We on It’s Young Money, motherfucker If you ain’t runnin’ wit it, run from it, motherfucker
game down, Flip a few styles, ten times out of ten you gone like the way it sounds, you know I get it in, and if you don't like it, it's fine So
women and the cars and the cards out, Lets have a toast a celebration get a glass out, And we can do this until we pass out. (so) Let it rain, Let it
D-O-G what you got for me Tru D-O-G what you got boy Tru D-O-G make it hot for we Tru D-O-G make it hot boy [Tru Dog:] I got to get this off my chest
info Forget the rest 'cause I'm the best, and I'm a nympho- Maniac, insaniac, I'll put you in a trance and Always keep it tight, cuz, no matter what
