hit and run, we might die today Yeah, I'm hit and run (Hit and run, hit and run, hit and run, hit and run) Yeah, I'm hit and run (Hit and run, hit and run
razors Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.'s and REBEL MEN Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT (From L.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (L.A.) Persistant and
don’t shoot to bust yo I shoot to kill What’s going on yo, the jumpoff and jump off flow Yo I’m in five o, o, o, yo pass that hoe After you get done
lucky so here’s your end friend I sets the show ain’t brocoli and rice The newer to the new not the old spice Mind over matter it’s got a true-school-
flow and then You will know that’s it’s ok.i’m rippin’ And rhymin’ yes never the less everyday Hysterical lyrical miracle l.o.ns., l.o.n.s. Yes, yes,
make Reverend Run move and that a step to the left Cuz I'm the best of both me's that's the best and the best It's the Mixtape God put the rest of them
, 100 for The L.O.X And if we coo', then I write a hook for a drop Whatever's in the bank is my bet A zebu's my pet And get in the bed and with the legs
Dogg (+Snoop) And you don't really wanna fuck, with me Only nigga that I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, this heat [Snoop] That's, the devil
's the big boss Dogg Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C. And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete
with the g. l. o. c. (Freeze! There was a robbery and the nigger looked just like you. Now get out of the car with your hands up and legs spread.)
next flippin and trippin and rippin and shakin the suckers who wanted 2 Front an get around 2 the 2 get up or get down 2 the rhyme I'm shakin and takin and
Wit the style and grace Who ain't hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin face [Nelly] I ain't bullshittin I trick em and run up in they kitchen And she ain't
dat's where the party's at!) Uuh, D.C. y'all! (dat's where the party's at!) A-T-L (dat's where the party's at!) West side! (dat's where the party's at
into the A-T-L And niggas swear we outdone and out-gunned So what's the first attempt when they got you on the run With fun, they shootin' tons of shots
New York motherfuckers where we don't play And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's
I came to play my part and that's it We had a full proof plan, all we need was the fam Ammunition a van, two chicks and one extra man Two Lincoln L.S
E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC's
easy Lee and the whole crew Y'all are players to my man Daddy O And the set posse players To MC LYTE and Queen Latifah Two ladies that got all the Ice's respect and that's
