with Too Short, y'all niggaz know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street
*(Ager Man)* Get ready to get yo gats out niggaz fo all you wacked out niggaz bitch made batched out niggaz jaw jacked out niggaz I'm not gonna to patch out
Before we help the foreign Wounded decay shout out dismay can you hear their voices Yelling out mayday We're sending money overseas Look out your window
like a bride from the wreckage Here's your punch drunk cupid knocked clean out of his senses guitar solo I know he drove her out out to the brink That
the heaters spittin' out twelve rounds It's life in the hood no escapin' the gun play Buy one day I'm out gotta figure out some way Rats in the park all
behind the bush When they see [Incomprehensible] drivin' by Hangin' out the window With my magnum takin' out some putos Actin' kinda loco, I'm just another local Kid from the street
All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or The Firm floppedY'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin no sleep so FUCK Y'ALL, all of y'all; if y'all
y'all that Carolina feel, A nigga so deep, you tryna find me dog, you gotta drill, It's kinda ill how I'm giving y'all that Carolina feel, A nigga so
was Nigga found dead in his house, don't know who did it Yea, you bet it was me, niggaz die at the pavement I'm wavin a nine out of the window and blazin
go he goes He's Charlie Mack and he's the first out the limo (So damn tough) I guess you're wondering why he's the first out the limo, yo, let me give
I said well kinda All of a sudden she jumped out her seat Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street She started grabbin' all over me
' my life like I don't care I'm out to take the throne My mom's in the window hopin' I'ma make it home The streets is funny peeps'll kill you over piece
bailin and don't really understand The reason why they take me life and me?hand Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King Me gun goes click, me gun goes
goes down for the nine-six Aiyyo, Nas, let's get this money Let's get paid Sit back and watch all these motherfuckin' clowns out here Riffin' and beefin
Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street From my window I'm staring while my coffee goes cold Look over there (Where?) There, there's a
never liked you We Hitchcock Psycho, y'all know Y'all never figure shit out Till we pull the 4 fifth out Rip your bitch drawers off whip my dick out
list goes on. We definitely gon' miss you Eazy." [Verse 1 - The Game] Picture me rollin' in that black B-M-dub, headed to the club Fresh out the Tyson fight, Beamer all
[Intro] This goes out to all riders worldwide Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride where playa hatin killers and the hood