Tara Donna Reid (born November 8, 1975) is an American actress. Reid has acted on television shows such as Saved By The Bell: The New Class, Days of our Lives, California Dreams, and Scrubs.
Her screen debut came in A Return to Salem's Lot (1987), followed by The Big Lebowski (1998), Urban Legend (1998), and American Pie (1999). She has since portrayed supporting as well as lead roles in several films, including Dr. T & the Women (2000), Josie and the Pussycats (2001), American Pie 2 (2001), National Lampoon's Van Wilder (2002), My Boss's Daughter (2003), Alone in the Dark (2005), and American Reunion (2012). She was a housemate in the 2011 series of British reality television show Celebrity Big Brother.
Reid was born and raised in Wyckoff, New Jersey, the daughter of Donna and Tom Reid, both of whom were teachers and day-care center owners. She attended St. Elizabeth's Catholic Elementary, Dwight D. Eisenhower Middle School, Ramapo High School, John F. Kennedy High School in Granada Hills, and graduated from Barnstable Academy, an alternative high school. She also attended Professional Children's School, in Manhattan, along with fellow actors Christina Ricci, Jerry O'Connell, Sarah Michelle Gellar, and Macaulay Culkin. Reid has twin younger siblings, Colleen Marie and Patrick John and another brother, Tom.
The sound of hooves behind the door Time to wield the blades On a leather streed we rides Time's take its toll on the human race Remember what all had to endure A man shattered by grief A war without justice The power of hope a nation divided by hatred The strenght of courage The triumph of the human spirit The savior's drawing nearer Incarnation of release's back Agony obcurity ritual ceremony savior Hear the sound of war Crushing metal strikes Circle of destruction Pounding out aggression Turns into obsession Senseless destruction Deadly arrows are flying People are dying Agony obcurity ritual ceremony Time to repent Time for revenge Time for justice
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 million ways to die
Double em' I lock the glock
To pop open up six more (??)
Seventeen at the knees
Freeze a brother like a holocall
On the call to get all the rip off the Adimin
To break a tip off the other men
Did we bury the men
Cause I'm gonna carry the man
In the land with a zombie again and me zombie again
My triple beam is my only friend
Then see become reality
(??) it's hard to breathe
(??) it's hard to leave
So when you all deceased
To forgot to grill
You ain't hard to kill
Flip this bitch go rich
Closed caskets, dresses
I, I, come with a meal
Shit, cause on the real (shit)
I could pick off
The lick off for real
Click, get my steel fixed, shit
Doin' what I wanna do
Doin' what I gotta do
Gotta do what I wanna do, nigga
Now I can stand on that like Nor
Cut em' in two till them all in fours
If you can stand erect
Give the man a check
So watch them in a pex
See if they all the tag
Catch the T, Italy to the B
Another enemy sprintin' to the meal
(??) never have to spree
Body left on the kennedy e way
Carry AK spray two the midday two nine double M y'all
Date two nine double in y'all, if all fall
Oppurtunity call for a kill 'em kill 'em all
Come and see what you never saw, in the raw
Bitch, row, bitch, row, bitch, row, bitch, row
I close his eye
Them nigga with the indeg
Shoot him up with two tens
Don't give a fuck who flex
Now ask these blue
I'm gonnask these blue chick
Flip this bitch get rich (6 million ways to die)
Closed casket, dresses
I, I, come with a meal (You on the real)
You just dead wrong (You just dead wrong)
A head strong
In a red zone
Killin niggas is a missemee
Visualize puttin' head to the guilloteen
Muset decide if I can't in a nigga drink slug
Gotta ride from the side on the barrel
The unseen, what I mean
Remember and rip your test go
Leavin' niggas on the scene like vegetables
And next you know
Fuckin' with the thug
(??) of blood
Put you like a rug
I'm gonna die
I'm on the ground for long
Sayin ' but this is the lid
Cause a god, bet'cha ya know
Why don't you slow down, nigga wanna throw down
Slip in in the clip and you load with the four pound
Nigga gonna pop the pill, but won't shoot to kill
So why you shoot to thrill, because your heart ain't real
I'm let loose the steel, and after I'ma peel
The brother shot, fuck a nigga
When his bod is steel
Cause I'm numb and dumb, I'm shootin' dums and um
Sucka it's just for fun, and once I'm on the run
I'm unstoppable, dropable, keep my eyes on the obstacle
Itty bitty bang bang, motherfucker to the head
Leave him dead, paint a picture red
Cause he's hard
Leave him in the darn
Nigga dis god
If you starve
Gotta deal with my mom
Nigga bawl
If you hard
Cause finish the dime is my motto
And um
It's get to rip your test go
Let's go
Done throw those water hoes
Still the same just like ago
Cause a holocall
How you feel when you dealin' with a real g
6 million, 6 million
Bitch, Bitch....
Enter your neighborhood like Vietnam
Everywhere I step theres a dead body
But yo've never got shit on my body party
And when you see me that's no surprise
To your eyes, you realize
When I drop bomb everyone dies
It's seems to me you other niggas wanna test my skills
Me for real
When I come with this 187
I'm from that Ill state
In and makin' me be impossible (Me, me)
Try and touch my body
You got to come through obstacles
Come now follow
No remorse is what you turn and will be
And when ya blow me
Thaat's when you will die instintly
Can you feel me
Got homies that was lost in the storm
Reforms of evil spirits
The seven (??) open for the chosen ever spoken
6 million ways to die
I'm a feed ya
That super natural creature
Just save the place and I'll beat ya
(??)
There's no one here provokin' us
Just scope and smoke is my mission
Competetor to a glance at the predator and have ever more (lil bitch)
6 million ways to die x8
Bushwick Bill:
Ahahahahhaha
Oh shit, is it time
Alright heres when we all come together to discuss to do time
Within ourselves when we all wanna do something extraordinary which is to kill, a thought, a person, or a situation
Ahahahhahaha, but because two muthafuckas can't agree on one issue
That creates the means for shit to come to an end
So there for it's either you gonna do it my way or you gonna die fuckin
Wit us, so this is war my weapons is aimed to reach you
Rap a lot Mafia fah life nigga
I can feel you
N.A.R.D:
Now how can i introduce you to this pain
Wit the slugz to the brain
Beyond ?????????? called point blank range
Spit the world wit game
Rotate wit niggas that will not change
In this world we blame fah everythang from straps to cocaine
Individual ?????????????????
Any threats, so disrespect, get you shot n ???????
Rap a lot Mafia, the incredible sources n forces of course
Verbally said, no remorse
Physicall contact take your choices
??????? i walk this bitch wit a bum to the chest
Two teks in the vest
Put it in you
???? your body like slugz up in you
I intro, i outro
(to be continued)
(to be continued)
You were born and raised to take care
Of the members
Of your family and lead them on the right way
Crossing your native land
You learned and understood
The meaning of honor
Now you are one of them because
Of blood and honor
And to hunt unworthy traitors
To found the rules of the family
Laws of honor and war
Major and minor and criminal too
Honor and war
Respect - love - honor - famiglia
Respect - love - honor - famiglia
We all live honourably in our family
Honor and respect are laws
And treason is not forgiven
Laws of blood and silence, passed down
From father to son
- these are the laws of the family
Respect - love - honor - famiglia
Respect - love - honor - famiglia
Uhh, for the two G's, for the millenium
Do or Die
Oooohhh hooo-ooooh, ain't gon' pay no bills
Police - can't see me ballin
Sippin on Hennesey-sey-sey
And I - can never pay your bills
Cause I gotta keep it real, real, real
I got my key on the passenger side
So ain't no scrub in me, me, me
Police - can't see me ballin
Sippin on Hennesey-sey-sey
First of all, you can shut it down baby
Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby
Get down for wars an' I'm, livin my life under the gun
And umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarmin 'em
And that's the victom of the shorties in my grill
Askin me to keep it real, but shorty I don't pay no bills
Do I gots the flex to get wit cha, paint you a cold picture
See - y'all the ones got me slappin out
And all my homeboys jappin out
Crappin out, love that, where my Crips and my Bloods at?
Lords at, G's at, feedback, need that
Niggaz blaze that weed sack
I'll cop a drop wit that knees fat
Y'all can't see me, best-ta believe that
This shit hit the back door, by the way
Why you tryin' to play that mack fo'?
If a nigga gotta pay a triple X hoe,
Then you gotta be a hellafied nympho
Open up let some air through the window
I could never give my money to a bimbo
Real players get high off endo
Make cash like the owners of the Timbo
Chi-Town, real player, real true love
20 inch on the rims, fucker says what?
Bet the po' to the next thug
Recognize the queen, you come to me
But you gotta see, you're a what-what?
Gotta sign the puh-puh; flip bitch
Hit the block, I'ma rhyme in the Hummer
Better be on some platnium shit
Roley bling bling, keep a gat wanna snap it
Been well known to react quick
When they see I got a star, they pause and they react quick
I'm immune to the hot shit, nevertheless
Shitty-sha(??) just beware of where the hat fit
Yo pimp where the plastic?
This pimp, real pimp, it's the pimp like a maverick
Playerism is a habit
I'm at the club wit 'um wit Crystal, what what
Lil' baller be me, can't see me
Never get her with a TV, cause we be
In the five-double-oh, posed with the clothes
(??) dyslexic on the passenger side
Don't mean that I ain't got the keys to ride
She's the pie, my, my, my
We done came to fuck and get gone, pay no bills
Flex the mind to make the bank to bounce
Nigga bounce shit like the Dirty South
Watch that shit with a dirty mouth
Know you ain't mad, ain't splurgin out
But if ya heard me out, on the passenger side
Care to bore me with the rest of the guys?
Spittin blunts, droppin jewels
Spittin at hoes, that'll be cool
Pay no bills, pay no bills
Pay no bills, pay no..
I gotta keep it real, so I can't pay this here
Why you all up in my grill?
You can tell me about it, to pay the bill, pay the bill
I got to keep...
One time, uhh... from the real, Do or Die c'mon
A-Rock, uhh.. Back-Pack, Jack-of-Love
Uhh uhh, Johnny P
Uh.. down - like - that - what?
* [Chorus 4X]
Don't touch my money man
Don't touch my money man
Don't touch my mothafuckin money man
[N.A.R.D]
Welcome to the city of big ballers and players and hustlers
where players be gettin paper from all these customers
even from touchin drugs y'all still aint touchin us
we be the low key playaz in the back with all that dust
see I keep my iced up while y'all gettin viced up
niggaz buyin nice trucks still get set right up
wrong move, cus see we check hoes with long spoons
It's a must we gotta check 'em before they leave the room
I'm all about my money deniero fetti and cheeseay
don't nothing please me unless my pockets gettin griezed playa
[Belo-Zero]
Don't touch my M O N E
why all you voltures at me
tryin to plot for the dough on the low key
but when it come to the dust you provoke me
got silly hands out for a sawbuck
but runnin off at the mouth get your jaw stuck
who that young boy got knocked out
little poopy lil brother with the big mouth
see a pimp make move and sessions
and get the money when its there no questions
if he slip then he do it for the lesson
hush hush when I'm askin a question
cus if he new about hustle he'd be paid
cop land take flight in the light shade
and a brother run up then he get sprayed
otherwise at the mall wanna get laid
B E L O gone be paid
B E L O gone be paid
BE LO ZE RO don't touch
[Chorus 4X]
[AK-47]
see I'ma hollar at my muhfucka
I don't fuck wit the bloodsucker
smoke a dub of love wit the city gettin gritty for fitty itty bitty
puttin it down like P. Diddy
do or die just be rollin up like P's
steppin outta the car and lil J runnin and slippin like Clyde Davis
get it like I spit it, spit it like I get it for cheesey
better yet if its easy now get the paper-paper
see they really wanna fade it fade it
had to get crossed tossed or lost in the cement
2 double 0 1 Escalade and I ride like a veteran
had it been you touchin on the paper
get you left in a dumpster thats what you get for playin punkster
when we come to pump ya
[N.A. Sean]
want me to tell you bout ice you can keep that
wanna reach I'ma show you where the heat at
on the side of the seat did you peep that
6 left in the clip here keep that
don't owe me show me that dust
them boys on the block is dangerous
everywhere we go we got them thangs with us
we some big cats they don't wanna bang with us, (uh uh)
thats right, never let them tell you Na Sean aint tight
I be on the paperchase day and night
I been tryin to make a million all my life
ready to ride with do or die its no lie
we be tippin hard on the city's westside
and yea its kinda windy in the city called Chi
but we don't hesitate to let the bullets fly
look him in the eye it's you and I
We the murderers, pimps plus thugs
We the murderers, pimps plus thugs
We the murderers, pimps plus thugs
We the murderers, murderers, murderers
Growing up in the ghetto
With that New York state of mind
I realized that night, that my future was crime
Hustlin dimes was my trademark
Soon as that blunt spark
I, inhale, exhale, took my next sale
Daily routine, get up, wash ass, get cream
Cop that first tear on my slick sixteen
I seen more bricks and cash and shit
Got greedy, and weed up with that counterfit
Cuz Pa-pi's gettin sloppy, and kinda fiendly
Stupid nigga, you been trading thoughts with your enemy?
Murderous, grimey, from where? Hollis Queens
Woodhull, got it all from thugs and fiends
I need cream, so I strap the nine to my waistline
Grabbin OZ, keys to the three
Hundred GS nigga
Bulletproof vest to eliminate stress
Ha, who the best?
Don't get close to our side if you ain't from New York
You screamin "Ride or Die" or "Pimp till you die"
You figurin you a murderer, put your guns in the sky
Make them see em, cuz every nigga we fuck with has heaters
Don't get, stepped with these heaters when you hatin on these po-pos
Don't think for one time Ja's comin solo
It's Do or Die, Chicago collabo
Neighborhood watch you from a block with a flock of thugs
Ready to show some love
Grippin with extra guns and clips
And worldwide all these niggaz know we love that shit
How hard we hit, we put you in your darkest pits
It's Do or Die and Ja Rule nigga
Murda for life
Can't keep up with the paper chasin
Gonna run up with these glocks and rob the basement
Two niggaz with glocks, cock, pop, drop, quit hastin
I's put two in your bitch ass gettin hot with the casin
It's kill or be killed in Chi recognize what you facin
Whores and pimps, hustlers, killers, and drug dealers
Since a shorty been hollerin seeds with a plug in
Two for ten, up on the block diamond cut griller
Be em or see em motherfuckers, be a hoe skrilla
Iller noise state put through my blood
If niggaz got love it's in my blood
Run niggaz spittin hollows that's followin shit
And killin niggaz that ain't real, been hollerin shit
Better get gone, chrome by the hip bone
Hit domes like pickles, it's not to sit on
Better get'cho pimp on 'for the clips get sticked home
Sit back til the tricks gone
Then flash through the hood like you misunderstood
Diamonds over get that wood
It's all good see, low down four pound
Full clips for showdowns, smoke weed and throw down
Representin both towns, you don't know now, better slow down
P-I-M-P flippin filty
Cream stream dream, Hennessy, tipsy
Theres blood for the true thug, puttin weight in the po-pub
It's nuthin, sit down and shut up, roll like that
Families set apart
Woken up with a start
Like a scream in the night
The sound of a fight
Singles or couples
Seized like animals
Fugitives were shot
Killed on the spot
Invading enemies
Conquered territories
Military Breakthrough
On the run for freedom
Hiding for survival
Concentration camp
Guarding watch tramp
Packed out shacks
Only the strongest survive
Days and night in a cage
Locked and exploited
The destiny of a slave
[Chorus - Breakthrough (x2) - Chorus]
Massive internment
Rude confinement
Broken up families
Spend my life looking for something
What it is I don't know; Looking for happiness
I found sorrow; This place must be hell
You gotta know the rules
I'm slowly losing my mind
I've suffered hard
Can't take the pain no more
I'm gonna break these chains
I've got bad things on my mind
Spent my time breaking rules
That's a fact I like to gamble
But this time I won't lose
Life's a struggle
Life's a game
I made it through the hard times
I got nothing left to lose
So many things I can't explain
Cornered in the cold side of life
Trapped into this world of lies
The world's upside down
Dreams are falling to pieces
There's no more hope to be found
Searching the strength to resist
Sometimes the world's against me
You think you know what's good for me
I don't ask anything
I don't wanna be locked
For life in the cage you have set up for me
This time I turn
I keep my eyes wide open
You think you know what's good for me
Till my last breath - for freedom - I will stand
Till my last breath - for freedom - I will fight
Till my last breath - for freedom - I will stand
Till my last breath - for freedom - I will fight
I try - I learn - I live - I will make it
A new era has come
I'm the only master of my destiny
Till my last breath - for freedom - I will stand
Till my last breath - for freedom - I will fight
Till my last breath - for freedom - I will stand
Hook up and do a song together
Ugh ugh, let's hook up and do a song
Uh huh, uh huh uh huh
Already know, game orienfested
Ugh, irrequested, ah, irrequested,
You already know, you already know
Chorus: Do or Die and E-40
Already know
You already know
Already know
You already know
Already know
You already know
Already know
I'ma speak my mind you speak yours
Uh huh, uh huh
Traffic at a standstill
Traffic backed up in the Chi-town
Interstate 55 me and my guys
Touchdown from the...
Probably goin' hook up and do a couple songs
Bout pimpin' ass playa
Partners from the Rap-A-Lot down to Do or Die
Then I spotted baby girl she was fly
Starin' me down up out the corner of her eye
...might as well give it a try.
Showin' bad spots kinda sorta remind me of baby girl from Soul Food
Vivica Fox, i'm in a mimigets strech limosine
She in a Porce Boxter lookin' hella clean
I rolled the tinted window crack down halfway
She asked me where i'm from I said the "Yay"
Area baby where we crazy baby
No if, and, buts, or questions baby
Emo-tional playboy I can mingle with the coldest hoes
Playboy you already know
Thinkin like walfare cheap got her hair tuck deep
Uh huh but you already know
Got the bomb on the head
But you already know
Tell her somethin' good she redts to go
All off in my shit when I test the po
Rubbin on the Caddy fo we hit the mo mo
So why yo homies all on dummy
I can get em' paid if they all want money
Now I gotta have em' locked like loote
Thrownin that ass in them skin tight suits
Fly around the world, they be dancin in groups
Show the club love put the money in the juice
I don't have to flash my money got proof
LX 450, new game, diamond in the Rol'
New game, condo first floor
A whole new game
2 B's rolled up you already know
B's rolled up you already know
Why you throwin on the hints
Talkin' bout
That you tired of my shhh
Talkin' bout
All yo friends in ya ear
Tellin you to drink the Chichali pack up and roll out
Wanna leave young playa like me huh
Same hoe that a told with me huh
All I want is some ends, and the skins, set of twins
But nothin from me huh
But your brain in the fat 3 quick
Learn from nothin never amount to shhh
P-O P-I-M-P still
Take it to bed cause I'ma claim what i'm wit'
Warned at first but you was down for this shhh
Now you wanna act like a clown for the tricks, uh
Belo don't think so
You can kick up your heels hit the back or the front door
Len like a book better plead for ya ride
Rollin' the dice but with a head full of craps
Rollin like us' got needs ever have
30 per shoulder we aninline when we cap, uh
Shoot now cause I'ma tell you so
I got mine so get yours, uh, in the do
In the do, in the do
I'm legit like B-Legit fo real
Flex for a mil till my hand touch a bill
In the raw
Do my hand really gotta touch the steel
That means somebody get the raw deal
See you blowin me and um
See she chose me
And I uh, really don't want the body
I want the G's in fact, I want the keys
Please
You alreay know
All in my face talkin crazy
But you alreay know
Plus I'm cold wit' it
I'm cold wit' it
I'm cold wit' it
I came wit' it
I came wit' it
I'ma continue to put these peas up in the pot
Continue to spit these LUGZ up out my litical glock
Continue to spit these hot ones up out my chopper
Continue to always love Shakur, Tupac
I ain't no peon
So I guess that's why I can continue to poison these felines minds
These guys continue the tycoon status
To reponse, the saschwach pimp the trees on
Game
G-a-m-e game
Laced with a full supply
F-o-r-t-z-y
F-o-r-t-z-y Charlie Hustle
F-o-r-t-z-y Do or Die
Ah, you already know, ugh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Ah, ah, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Ah, ah
Beeeyach, ugh
Verse One:
This be those Zero mutherfuckers and I'm full of that liquor
Man fuck your team fo' they don't make paper
Better roll much quicker
Niggas think I'm token
Cus I'm not workin
And he ain't gonna setup shop
If I die tonight then I pay the price
But he ain't gonna take my block
Mutherfuck them down
Just give 'em them pack
They'll keep on comin
If a nig try to clown
Then I swear on mom
Better keep on runnin
Ya call yo' man
I'ma call me man
Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo'
Kill one I'ma kill ten
And thier whole damn mob
Prepare to die fo'
Keep one in the hole
Better get your jack
Cus I'm real when I roll
When I'm up in a bowl
Woulda hit him in the dark
And in the light
I still wont miss
With a gat an ???
Muthafucker I'm a go-getter
Hit a nigga in the spot
And that's so bitter
If a nigga ain't a man
He'll fo' fitter
All them eyes on yours
So you know strillah
To a po' killa
Think I'm doped gettin hype
Trippin fiend bout to explode
Dressed up black clothes
An layin them hoes
Tight when the bus gonna get low
Cus ??
Let's work from the fo' fo'
Blew the mutherfuckin' head
Like a mojo
She smelled like ho-bo
Shes scattin' dirt
Gettin work for the po-po
Shut em down
chorus:
Go on nigga nigga do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Were dat nigga now
Were dat nigga now
Go on nigga nigga do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Were dat nigga now
Were dat nigga now
Go on nigga nigga do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Were dat nigga now
Were dat nigga now
Go on nigga nigga do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that bitch down
Shut that bitch down
Were dat nigga now
Were dat nigga now
Verse Two:
Now it's my ??? brother
Older niggas and G's
For sellin weed on my spot
But how in the fuck
You gonna work my block
Im supposed to be supreme chief
In this area
And since you didn't get up with me
Mutherfucker Im'a bury ya
The bigger the merrier
I stack more G's
So Im ahead of ya
Im bettin ya
The average field of a thousand niggas
Ain't scared of ya
So you have that nerve
To cross the nation with your bitch ass
Only got one proof
That's why you kiss ass
Cover your face
While you get blast
Them unseen murderer's
Come in a dark mask
So drop your Glock before
That toe done tagged
Or get smashed
I'ma make them
Feel a hundred of Berrettas
Through they sweater
I told you I was goin' get ya
And knock you out the picture
Chorus
Verse Three:
Now gettin my sack
Get a mutherfucker whacked
Kill a mutherfuckin nigga
Over two keys
If the bitch got beef with a nigga
Its the nigga ??
And I'm all in the face with Uzi
Shut the trick down
Where the bitch now
??? cuts them all and the bitch down
Lookin for the young punk
Put em all in the trunk
Get assualt with pump
Cus they trick made
Nigga all them flyin
Dope fiends shy'in
Callin security
It's just ya punk ass
Just ain't feelin me
Take this an that
Woke up in the mornin
And kissed the gat
Stash the patch
Pass the gat
While then fuck your nation
What you facin
Violation
Clean your neck
Off this ?? off my set
Aim for the hill
What the fuck you said
Nigga ol chief
We all to rush
Home which we all
Don't stress
Bulletproof bullets
Through your bulletproof vest
Screamin down to the rain god
Shoot for me
Get your game guy
Po-po just can't hang now
Dummie blow
Step on my toe
What you own
This life an soul
Money can't get you
Out of this hole
Here my nigga
So it's time ta unload
Fuck what your heard
It's what you told
Back up
Before you lack up
Ugh whole troop get stacked up
Ugh Max up when you act up
Shit watch me clown to shut em down
Chorus:
Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now
Where dat nigga now
Shut that bitch down
Do you wanna ride with me (yeah, ooooooh)
Do you wanna smoke my B (ooooooh)
Never can't you take my G's
Myyyyyyyy.. (ooooooh)
Ain't trippin got to split up the front
Approach you with a limp while I hit on the blunt
Your pager goin off (oh, that ain't nuttin)
Meet me at the crib bout 2, stop frontin
Blow to the bone as I clicked on somethin
Tryin to cut me up, yeah the trick's on somethin
The corner of the party where the niggaz stay bumpin
This is for the gin and the hen in my stomach
I'm lookin at the do' females still comin
Lookin to my left and the B's still comin
Lookin to my right and the drinks still comin
Tryin to shake the dice but the girl lookin cunnin
Circlin the do' where the money start runnin
Took a pause, hey y'all wassup
Hey Hummers in the double-R, is it a double car
Pulled over to the car
So I, asked Proceeds, to pass the B's, no bitch
Do you wanna run with me?
Do you wanna smoke my B's?
Never could you take my G's
I'm a Po P-I-M-P
Wanna be like P-I, M-P, hoes - plenty
Comin straight from the Windy
Choppin up tens and twenties, MMMM!
Lean back in the corner with the dob hat
Now my nature is to ball like a democrat
In the club with hoes, and I suppose
That I've been chose, the nigga with the hoodrat
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm - got it down pat
You call her what you want or even all that
I been taught by the best, so put it to rest
And I confess, I'm here just to ball black
Gettin paid in the game bend a row free
Flip a penny to a dime I'm like an O-G
Go to the mall, with all of y'all
Show you some cash, now, tell me what you want B
You can ride or just smoke in the Cadillac
AC, windows down, with the top back
From a Caddy to Lex' to Rolex
I'm a put in a roll, tell me could you top that?
Ever though I'm makin money in a row friend
Nickle dime ? fiend don't approach me
If you do, we could have sex, in the Caddy or Lex
But keep on the low-key
Well a motherfucker used to say I might be broke
But now I'm stackin C-notes, still dope
Different strokes, same folks; hangin from a rope
Me and Do or Die just try to cope
Sit back and like a picture take a toke
Take a stroll through the hood
It's some haters but it's still all good
Roll up another bad boy, playa pimpin to the groove
In the place to be to see who I can choose
Now it's time for me to make a move
Shotry what's the lead?
I done seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde
So don't be "Passin' Me By"
I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees
We could be some freaks and both of our ass could be high
Fiends drip, ours is full of octane
With pimp status and a hot name, we don't gotta pop thangs
No more servin the rock 'caine, the night-game
Flippin flows like hoes which is a drop-game
It's like, awww suki suki now, lookie here
Stick a phrase while I trades on my hog road
Devine words form the pimp scroll
Get the bitch if I'm walkin and she peepin that my limp's cold
See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method
To runnin you try to play me in slow-vision
Picture how I'm mackin cold women
Bendin and grinnin my hair spinnin
While we smokin on Henny, Still Po Pimpin'
Do you wanna ride, slip-slide in your thighs
Oooh-oh, oooh-oh, oooh-ohhhhh
Wooooh-ooahahhhohhhh!
Do you wanna riiiiiiiiide with JP
Ew weee them niggas down there tip
Dam man they holding down there
Who the fuck is that man lets walk down here and see who this mothafucka is
I don't know who in the fuck it is who this nigga is down here
Mothafucka telling niggas that make a scene
Grab them straps man
Hey homie (whats up man?) what you doing down here man?
(hey man I'm working here)
You ain't working nobody in this mothafucka man
(this mans chief told me to)
Hey fuck your chief nigga ain't no mothafucka gonna work right here
Nigga lets go strap up then, what the fuck
We gonna whoop your ass now nigga
Tell us whip this mothafucka man
Sip on some gin and act the fuckin' clown
If chiefs ain't gonna get them bitches then watch how fast I shut em down
Since half a block and they gonna said I'm shot
Like they ain't seen a mothafucka standing out all night slanging rocks
Oh I suppose to say and fuck the hoe
But they don't know Beelow gonna take this glock and introduce it through
They fucking door
It's time for war well I ain't backing up
See one more nigga serving rock is the last time cuz he's packing up
A guerilla shit nigga where your heart is at this shit for real
Serve a nickle or dime I'll mob on bitch you betta shoot to kill
Or walk the fuck off alive shut down your spot
Don't smell the fuck off your scent from blocks and blocks
Money to be made and we gonna make it
But how in the fuck would I let you and finally let no other mothafucka take it
So I'm taking packs like I was off the shit
Nigga he balled a fist the one on the right came with a swing so I can toss the bitch
Lesson 3 put on sheet so they can take em off
A real killa and although I know his dick is soft
17 shots cause family visited his fucking town
In the city of Chi whre mothafuckas born to clown
Go pound for pound and mess with clip lets go to war
Over money and power you got to know just what you dying for
I know this shit is just some ground
After yours and mines be here when we gone but for now you got to shut this mothafucka down
Now if the bitches try to clown
Shut em down, shut em down
And if they step on your toes
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Now if them bitches try to clown (try to clown)
Shut em down, shut em down
And if they step on your toes
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Open your eyes to some real shit
Where nigga be packed with real clips and if you flip that clip betta leave your ass in danger
Increase my anger get more tied you betta close shot
Niggas at your set ready to kill your whole block
And this shit won't stop untill I give that last word
Coming at my birds you get what the fuck you deserve
An empty tip with no customers in your gang ways
Could avoid that shit and still be out here getting paid
You let a nigga from that joint run your fucking life
You tell em this it's you that got to pay the price
So save your life you got a betta chance to relocate
Make one mistake Ima send you to that resting place
Start having bad dreams waking up in the mad scenes
Fuck with this killa I don't think you know what it means
This shit I die for shit I make you cry for
He ain't such you shit but it's the same nigga you lied for
Aint this some shit took ya life with 4 rounds
Take over ya spot and now we got to shut em down
Some bitch be claiming sex
Now striping em down with shit to do for niggas
You can't be ture with a nigga so what you do for niggas is come clean
And I'll be flipping through the bud and holsters
Search all the working with all with working with no love and pop that ass with one slug, ugh
It's getting outta hand cuz you fucking with some idle I'll have it all
So that they ready to fall and put some names across the wall
How do it feel when you fucking with those veterans
They told the men shut down his body now we back again
With about 10 plates to make you vomit in your own hands
You and all men momma say stay outta the business of grown man
The choice was yours and now your zero in 4 days
Got nigga from the old days who kill in cold ways
We giving em work and now they wanna bring it to the tape
Mothafuck your name mothafuck your reputation
Now what you in is alot of bullshit
Got nigga running around like cheated with 9 millimeters and a full clip, ugh
I grab the hitman by his mouth
I'll ride ya, dodge ya, and slide ya to your death with no regrets
I touch his neck his pulse is gone
I shuts him down, I shuts him down, I shuts him down
Now if the bitches try to clown
Shut em down, shut em down
And if they step on your toes
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Now if them bitches try to clown (try to clown)
Shut em down, shut em down
And if they step on your toes
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Now if the bitches try to clown
Shut em down, shut em down
And if they step on your toes
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Now if them bitches try to clown (try to clown)
Shut em down, shut em down
And if they step on your toes
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
There's a lot of things that I never understood, (never understood)
Somethin' like Victory, look here, (look here)
Blessin's to the men that walk Chicago streets, and survive (and survive)
We all in a test of time, (God bless us)
one thing let me show you, (show me)
Trials and tribulations, Victory, (victory), felony P.A.
(public announcement), Victory, (victory)
Do or Die, Mike Dun, Victory, (victory)
This is a must, (this is a must)
Amongst the Chicago area, beyond the universe
is have to be a must, C'mon
(Chorus) X 2
Got to keep it real baby party all night
You spill a drink on me baby that's all right
How should you be in the V.I.P., and the
think of all the nights you can creep out with me
See I'm about leasin' real estates
ball with the heavyweights, tryin' to get a bad hoe
Lease up in every state, some on the estimate
motherfuckers calculate, then to straight ass shake
Thugs hyperventilate, bounce for me baby, baby, show me, show me love
For it's 'bout the love of money, motherfucker stay in the club
cause all my nigga's fresh out start back
I fold em' up murda baby right back
shit, ya'll in the Benz's, hoe's love us
if you not wit' the flow, hoes ride wit' us
My nigga Chas' tol' me never let em' see you sweat
never let em' see you wet
never let em' call your bet
sex for a rival, look for some 5-0
watch those kinve'o's, just anaylze yo'
nigga's for the 5-0, bus' those thugs on the flo'
with my eyes closed, motherfuckers wha' ha!
(Chorus)
You'd be lookin' fine, and so sexy and all that
threw away my pillow when I slept wit' my gal
bounce for me baby shake yo' ass like that
remember us 96', po' see a cadillac
Ya'll stressin' now, while we're tryin' to handle that
Louie 13, hell yeah, sippin' that, only ones to shine
(???) with 2 plaques, we be sangin' dame's, top that
diamonds 'round my wrists goin' blin', blin', blin'
money at the bank goin' ting', ting', ting'
love or die be, put a rock on my fing'
make the average (????) make a hummin' bird sing
ya'll let me, let me, let me who?
Show a chick som' paper tell me what she wan' do
I could flip a jack, make a nigga go ooo...
you can get yo' girls, I can with my own crew, wha'
(Chorus)
All my thugs don't count, you in the club bouncin'
He goin' make yo' habit go from a dub to an ounce
this do or die link put em' on the same shit
nigga pull drama, I'm gonna cock an' spit
we tryin' to take the city, the block ain't shit
north pole niggas get cold as the game get
I'm official, that means I pull it down with no cabbage, (no cabbage)
open up shop with no status, (no status)
It's my time to spit it, and make the world right
it's my time to shine, like ya'll girls said
it's my turn to whip niggas, and have niggas Cross have it, look
keep it for 3 months and I'm gon' let ya'll by, yeah, right now
I'm lookin' for somethin' it's probably gonna be it, hey Ma
QP's the baddest, yo' sex, remind's the status, me V.I.P.
You need, to holla at us.
(Chorus)
Would you ride for me baby?
Would you bus' some slugs in them nigga's?
Heey, pump, pump, pump, pump, and ya'll niggas don't want to duck
lemme bump that shit for ya', who make them hits for ya'
and when you down and out, I'm goin' make them knicks for ya'
all my niggas paper chase, paper chase,
and when them motherfuckers roll up in yo' face
you can catch a case, catch a case, so I just stay home niggas
I've got a phone niggas, roll when I blow nigga, hittin' other cities
then I'm runnin' through the toll niggas, partner we die young
wil'in out, no doubt, have fun, V.I.P., pop guns, and I drop bombs
but I, told ya'll motherfuckers just to come
and anything in my perimeter I bomb
* [Chorus x2 Ak 47/Yung Buck]
I got a problem with you bitches, and since I got a problem with you bitches
I'm about to handle nation business
Knock off the witness so he can't witness vicious attitudes
I'm fuckin at you dude I'm fuckin at you dude
[Belo Zero]
I'm about to snap and let my index work (my index work)
and gonna put no stain up on your forehead but instead its well'd up in your shirt
in the darkest alley niggaz put in work, with a jerk
and a nigga gone fall or back up cus we come with two chromes and act up
like these bitches being counterfeit i'ma bring some drama to your home
like nigga we aint gonna fly for shit, and besides it get on some lethal shit
how many niggaz want a war when they know they fuckin people get
cheif four dome smacked up tech nine the shoes will back up
put a pause on the knife appoligise twice or I might just act up
he's standing bare when he can barely stand
how many ignorant muthfuckas gotta lose there life to be a man
that super shit gone break your dinner plate
cus I got 16 hollow niggaz and they quick to go retaliate
wait we got about 16 20's that will be 32 muthafuckas comin off up in your ass nigga
[Chorus x2]
[AK 47]
comin quick with the 17 hot ones, acommodated by the 17 shotguns
tell the muthafucka with the malfunction, how to function
hit him with the pump 2 times rewind, hit him with the pump 4 times flat-line
murder with them tech nine tactics, accurate but I'm checkin not staggerin
put a magazine in the mack 10 with a way to stack men
action, blidop, blidop, blidop, blidop from the mack 10
tear that ass up with the teflon I got the guns and numnumz
rip off his arm uhh uh with the pumps that any individual
that really wanna go toe to toe, blow for blow from the mid to the alley
automatic tetherin', hit em in the abdomen, veterans,
can't live from the earth to the moon to saturn
I'm deeper than the mind think, aint no time to blink
bitch your shit gone sink
flip you off up in it and come back more crazy then Freddy Kruger
got 6 million ways to do ya, 6 million slugs to disperse in the realtor
A to the Muthafuckin K aint shit to play with, got a problem bitch then say it
my intentions spray it, vicious as hannibal, I'm a beast not a animal
(remember this) 17 in the mist of a group bitches to scared to shoot
[Chorus]
I'm fuckin at you dude, with the attitude of dynamite with fire at the fuse
listen, man I'm from the slums of the land down under the ground
thats under that ground world renound thunder,
CHICAGO ILLA, GO AHEAD AND CALL ALL YO KILLAZ
NO HESITILLA DEATH WILL BECOME ALL YOU NIGGAZ
Psycho Drama Do or Die, its self-explanitory muthafucka you will die
some realers come for you,
I got a problem with you so that means I gotta get you
the moment I see you tryin to stop this shit I distribute,
so choose your meneuvers carefully bitch or loose it (why)
cus this informations vital use it
listen, my life is mayhem and music
and you interveining with anything and nigga you can nice and execute it
so download and compute it and nigga we'll holla
just remember bitch's that I still have a problem
I'm a professional, pimpin like rational
Worldwide, but it's national
you betta ask them hoes
and ask them clothes
who dat smokin beeds
talkin bout she fast to go
and blow like Curtis
double off in the lex
let me see if she worth it
gettin by so perfect
gettin by so perfect
last year I was mackin
we climbed but you grabbed too
DJ play the slow jams
sippin Don
never bro-ham
oh damn, smokin beeds
smokin beeds in my lex-land
pass the beeds to the next man
put it out in the next hand
police on my day bew
now who's them pimps that stay true
they do, uh huh motherfucker we done made you
so you can blaze too
its the pimp that laid you
i know you see me in the video's
and the radio reconition like a center fold
analize to a nigga bigga flow
its the hoes with the tight shhh
they used to the right shhh
baby girl hit your lights quick
see would the mic fit
say hello some some
check1 check2 brand new
and its all for you
[Chorus]
Bump the ac' through the vents
Still ridin with the darker 10
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
Well hit the beed' and let me do my limp
[Verse 2]
(uh-huh) Baby girl where the mob at (uh-huh)
you can get paid where the jobs at
ho'in aint the word disreguard that
3 men in the cad straight dime sacks
and their gators on, now who started that?
must of been a PO P
standing on you P cuz a brotha makin mo cheese
and i reach to the door like oldies
saw me in the club
better night then i hope is
Do you wanna have sex?
lay back in the lex
2 rules in effect
no stains on the seats
strap up with the tex
just tell me what you wanna do
but you know a brotha want you
flip a penny if we want to
Heads or tails on the scale, even if a brotha fails
I'll be losing clientele, but I'm still back to haunt you
baby girl come chill with me
you could learn a lot of skills with me
lay back and be real with me
make money on the side
we can dine and collide
like it's supposed to be
what it ment to me?
cuz you still need a man to
make plans to advance you
take a chance and you'll dance too
uh-huh
mic check mic check
brand new
and its all for you
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I know you're lookin for the top notch
Hennessey take 2 shots, Alize just a few drops
our pimpin nation not to block
get a fade and amazed when we do shots
get the digits to my new spot
not the old gotta new flaw
come in pairs like 2 socks
me and you against the world like 2pac
and i hope you got your crew locked
can we puff to 2 glocks
why you actin like your too sharp
in the caddy get you juice-nark
better known as A to the mother fucking K
and um if its love that he want
theres no faded umm
See I'm a pimp and it's all mine
you dropped your man now your all mine
I'ma player so it takes time
defeat the purpose let me greet you
better yet say the name and I'ma meet you
PHD with a see through
did he pay? so we move
baby girl just speak smooth
haters hate what we do
paper chasing for thee group
Well let me go back to front, front to back
in her face did I do that?
get the philly's and the green from the back
got the good game from the breeze and the macks
to the mall and yes, gotta ball, gotta dress
domp hat with the rest
head shoes and the vest clothes that I
suppose that I put em all to the test
but you can never be me though
you can learn as we grow
spittin game with a neat flow
but i never play games turn around pretty cheap hoes
CD's where the weed go?
and i love the way she ride and collide with her deap throat
remember me in the C-A-D-I double L we ride
down the ave and the AC's high
you can walk or do you wanna ride
get high, you and I (uh-huh)
Mic check 1 2, and it's all for you
Mysteries and secrets, deep inside us
The last creation of an ancient kind
Nuclear testing under the sun
Black rain and death left behind
Mysteries and secrets, deep inside us
The last creation of an ancient kind
Nuclear testing under the sun
Black rain and death left behind
Darkened skies, darkened skies
And for the next generations
Life under darkened skies?
Man's new doctrine
A fast and total destruction!
Mysteries and secrets, deep inside us
The last intrusion of the human kind
In the natural order
And life will disappear
Under our darkened skies
And for the next generations
Life under darkened skies?
And for the next generations
Baby it's ya perogative what you do
I don't give a damn what he think about you
All i know is one plus one is two
We can lay back while we sip a few
Yeah it's true, you can be my boo
Tears to let out or you
All i wanna do is keep in line wit you
Doin everything if it's fine with you
Lemme pick you up at a certain time
Sit and dine drink the finest wine
Ice over Cristal
Lay back peep the the scenery still and a pimp smile
In a little while
Better time and ride out
To tha finest hideout
Silver wrist and a twist
Cuz the neighboorhood homes is a risk
And uh do you really wanna ride wit me
Sit back and hide wit me
Conversate when you fly wit me
You dont need to be touched on
Makin love over rough zone
Playa hater get crushed on
Bumrushed on
Peep the game from a playa
Who survived in the rought streets
Collectin dust on my spot from the cops heat
Hit the block gon shop for some nice meat
I dont roll deep
Just a lil bit o care
Cuz a brother wanna bail to the mall
To ball wit all the blunts
Treat me right you deserve some dough
But never earn my trust
Stop trippin you can wae the bun
Sit back in the smoothe ride
Hit the block for ya homies hollarin two time
And i aint thinkin bout ya other man
All i'm thinkin bout is ends and a tight benz
But it's right there
hook
Ooooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home
(x4)
My four five-oh hit the front door
Got me chillin like a star
Out the ro ro
Place anotha hand on my Georgia bull
But when I got out the truck all the hoes froze
Checkin me out like I'm po-po
Bring a friend dont go solo
Let's bail in your car
V-12 double-oh
got a bag a weed make a left on Monroe
Three philly's from the store
Got a place we can go
Drie slow make a right keep it tight
Now, park by the meter
Roll the weed up
Baby girl push ya seat up between the heater
Playa Playa baby can i dirty dance wit you and ya friends
Got a V-12 double-oh benz
Plus you stackin the Benjamins
Baby, puff puff pass and pull
You can get hurt like that
And why you wearin skirts like that
Do he wonder where you at
While he sellin zones you havin sex
Puttin it down
Givin up ya check
See I'm a young playa
Got game from tha vest
I can talk a zebra out it sripes if it stand there and chat
I can put my name on that
And oh
It's about four
My mama should be walkin in the door
So put on ya clothes
Remember nobody knows
Spray the air freshener before we go
Do what ya doin
But we gon smoke and ride playa like me and you
Could never be alone so pickup the phone
Baby I'm down in the zone (and nobody's home)
Oooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home
Do you wanna take this chance wit me
I know (I know) I know he be seeing you glance at me
And oh, do you wanna live your fantasy
Let's go to your place just you and me
Take it slow
Dont cry dry your eyes
Despise the way that he treat you with lies
I be ya Mary Jane ya everthing
No pain
I be ya moon stars and ya sun
No rain
See it's flamin when he leave us alone
Come close
Neverfind the brakes when I'm at your home
I wont boast
Or brag when I'm next to you
True
I do all the thangs ya man wont do
For you
So here's a few things to let you know
When you're down
Here's my number when I'm far away
>From your town
So call me when you have a need
For me
And by the way did you leave in my pocket
This G ????
Ooooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home
(X4)
Nobody's Home (Nobody's home)
(xx)
Baby Boy, Do or Die, Johnny P,
No turning back the last soul has gone The door is closed ant the innocent one destroyed Our last cahnce to keep our sacred rights We are damned by our own guide,What are we supposed to do? Evil and fire fall from the sky the sun is dying maybe we're all guilty ? A divine intervention or a vengeance of the earth we destroyed ? For the final fall fallFrom the end of the old world world, mankind is the only one to blame
Playas been asking, what y'all been doing lately?
Chorus (2X):
Ask what we're doing, just ballin
Trying to keep my bills straight stacking never fallin
Caddy or a Lex, trying to hit the next plateau
Flex with the roll droppin drooly go-go's
I was smoking B's since I was a po po
Got the pimp to my soul, so I'll pimp till I'm old
Hold on for a minute let me call my you know (you know)
Over Chorus
There I go steppin out the Caddy or a Lexus, doing my thing,
Just Ballin' trying to hit the next plateau,
flexin roll rolls droppin drooly go-go's
Smoking b's
Verse 1:
You know about uno, two hoes let us flex slow, to the front row,
You know when the hoes be fallin down, think with instinction get attention,
should I mention, let a baller long lead that dragon staggin lidow,
But let me proceed to approach the widow, simple complicated like riddle,
Can't smoke a "b" without no weed in it though,
Pimp ala 'g' got her face in the pillow, but really though,
Ain't got no time for a silly ho cause I gotta page everybody and I'm like
really yo,
Brother's start takin so I dial until I hit the last number,
Three bad girls from last summer,
La da da drink that we sipped in the hummer,
Meet me on the shore cause a nigga got drummer
I'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs,
Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw,
Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can't go against law,
Chorus (2X)
Verse 2:
Um, shimmy shaw,
Hoppin out the Lex with an arm full of pretty hoes,
Put the Caddy to the side, do you wanna smoke and ride,
Cause you heard that a playa just went gone,
Cause I attact all the pretty hoes,
Don Mack and it's on with the pretty clothes,
And I set off the click like a centerfold,
When I'm in the mall, take a pull of the overdose of indow,
Light tint on the window, holler at the last one to bag one,
You get this "b", take a pull and I pass one,
Roll on my wrist and escape when I flash my bad ass hoes all the fast ass
hoes,
I take a pose so call the ho fro,
7 after 4 go Lex in my mode, mm-mm-mm if only they know,
When I get blowed slappin that show,
>From the C-H-I-C-A-G-O, AKA better known as Belo,
Cause I'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs,
Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw,
Bumping all the hoes you saw, never overrest can't go against law.
Chorus (2X)
Verse 3:
It was Don Perignon I was sippin,
Now, bout, 4 or 5 girls I was pimpin,
Now, this weed got me laughing and trippin,
Slippin clippin, smash riding the tippin,
Talk about the niggas in the game that was flippin,
Violated for the thing they say after dippin,
But squash this, see it's all about the ballin,
All the stars and the juice that a nigga be flexin,
With the 5 double O without the fins on your Lexus,
Make the hoes write your taxes,
Keep it real so they know what your checkin,
Need to protection, for disrepectin a pescar recollectin,
Baby girl need some action,
Well, she can meet me at the crib for her lesson,
Smell the ass in and the weed smellin fresh and,
Shotguns in the chest and check out the blowed expression,
I wasn't really undressin, it's more than you're askin,
I'm at the click hittin acid,
And I'm still flyin love, smokin dub, banging in the clubs,
Hanging with the thugs havin conversation in the raw
Bumping all the hoes you saw, never choose red over law.
We comin back to the scene with, no love
Players to pimps and, mo' thugs
Chi-Town people we, stay plugged
Awwww yeahhh, that's us
Pardon my expression, baby love us
The typical niggaz that, run through
But don't let the typical niggaz, run you
Money ain't a thang baby, that's true
And how much money could, serve you
For the lucci baby that, burn you?
When the streets is cold, this shit get hot
Certain motherfuckers wanna sit and plot
Do it guns to pull oo-wops, as it does to glocks
Roam the street, like a rottweiler
Remember Joe Pe-sci, I'm a Goodfella
Goin all out, what my daddy tell us
The nigga got ahead, make 'em all jealous
Infatuatin nigga's quality
Characteristic pimpology
And I been around the world on a oddysey
So obviously, I live with the pledge
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
So obviously, and obviously
I live with the pledge it don't bother me, c'mon
Can you make it hot like this?
Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you're, pa-pa
Can you make it hot like this?
Can you make it hot like this?
Can you make it hot like this?
Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you're, pa-pa
Can you make it hot like this? ..
Check it out y'all
One-two, one-two, who you?
Ain't no jackin us, that's true
Got 'spect taken away, you get loot
Four bad hoes, waitin to get scooped
Catch 'em and check 'em, put 'em down but I wet 'em
Put your fingers in the air and say, "Ya-ya"
All my ladies say, "Ya-YA!"
Poppa to me baby like, "Pa-pa"
Drop-top Bentley, Benz and Coupe's
Lesbians in Lucci suits
Can I make it hot like this? (AHH)
Can I make it hot like that? (OHH)
See I'ma put it in mo', so, it be cold
Somethin like superior when I'm bustin the flow'll
Have you probably touchin yo' toes (yo' toes)
I got the type of funk to make yo' hoes get low
Can't have the po-po catchin up
But I can't picture us ridin bus
Give you somethin make you scream
Like the stuff from the triple beam
Hit the scene baby and get the green baby
And show 'em what it mean just to bling baby
When we rock prop stop drop
Niggaz down like, what what WHAT WHAT?
Uh oh it's the M-O, U-N, I-Q-U-E
Comin straight out of Phil-ly
So you wanna make it hot like me?
Wanna go toe to toe with me?
Whether I'm rockin the industry
Cause cain't nobody do it better than me
Who got capacity to break it down
Thinkin we weak in the knees?
Wanna share it, say it to Your Majesty
Stop it Dunn cause you're killin me
Picture me ballin, niggaz ain't ready
Straight get jiggy when I rock the party
Got the audacity to wanna battle with me
But them skills you posess you could never compete
Watch this low right here, fools like honey
Had that body shakin from your head to feet
Chickenheads comin up, Elmo's can't see
Started a fire, but I'ma bring the heat
Make it hot non-stop
From the door to the rooftop
Papi don't stop til these haters drop
And we cop the drop-top to floss at the hot-spot
Niggaz better grab ahold cause when the sun explode
To grab your soul, put you under my control
Hey mama stick a fork in it, cause you be dealin
With some brothers that ain't really less fortunate
But I'm a brother that be ultimate
I treat a lady like a queen if she be livin like an orphan-it
Hit the telly on the fourth and fifth, cause if your paper
Will not bend we tryin to stick it like we awesome
How many chance you sposed to get? I be the brother in the club
That be shinin with the goldish fit
Cock-back when you wet me up, let me smile, keep it real
And I love it when you sex me up
Don't hold me down baby, let me up
Recognize I'm a star, you hit with the master, you in class
But you had to cut, there be rules to the game
If you rushin then you asked to butt
Ain't no time for no actin up, good game get me too
Even if you mastered what?
I'ma man give a true love, laid back with the ladies
And I bang with the true thugs
Share the wealth with my crew what? Because a Chi brother know
That a plugged on the same dove
Let the world know I blew up, because I got on my top
And I drop with a new cut
Invent a style and they want that like that
Seen a ho wanna spin in my Cadillac
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
I need...mo money mo money mo, suck 'em fast suck 'em slow
Even though I gotta pay my bills I'm still on the streets
Tryin' to keep it real
Pass that shit let me take a hit, hopin' this money ain't
Counterfeit
Give 'em 211 get 'em in line and let 'em 20 so(?)
Cut that money let's be up, which you wanna ride, the
Benz or the Truck
Back up, get on the one way cuz more Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never stick middle finger up my ass, known to blast
Keep me down, where I'm from I'm known to clown
Get a dub off a nine, go get a sack, I'm back, pro black
Achiever, leave her, thug and ashtray
More to the fact I'm back to the scene, let in the wonder
Let all the smoke out
And if Luke coulda broke out
Gotta make more stacks of these, so I Z's for bud in
The breeze, ain't spittin' cheese
What a freak wanna trip off, sip off the lame with the
Game, get sick of the man who point the blame
Still a P-O, P-I,M-P, we be P-A,P-E-R...chase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
You see my nice Mom smokin', money slopin' 'tween my fo
With open arms when my option is to my mission it's a paperchase
So when you face to face: mom and dollar, keep to the
Streets, hit the joints like hollow
Boy better figure if you owe them, better low then
With po-po corruption on the phone double 1-9-1-87, with
A couple of zeros
I'm sittin' there makin' dollars
Verse 2 G, nigga didn't wanna holler
Back to the streets again, but a nigga wanna go there
The game treatment so fair
Crucial, in neutral, all eyes on me I'm brutal, choppin'
Up that paper like you know
Gotta click since I call them blue notes
Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pluto
Get that new song
Nineteen ninety-six we be paperchasin'!
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
I'm...checkin' paper like a hunter, Belo
Had dreams about runnin' four to the floor
O.G.s in my house me in the clause
Nigga want cheese, nigga want more
Bumpin' all the good shit 'cause all the good shit makes
You forget about the bad bit
Now you make a nigga match wits
Never want what I never had, 'cause I never had shit
The basketball, the all, the ounce, bounce, A to the motherfucking K
I smoke the bead but they keep on calling me and they
Want my apology
And they fall, see it's unexplainable how money's unattainable
If you play in this game
So nigga never call me names when I aim the gun but holler:
A to the motherfucking K with a motherfucking spray-ay-ay
A to the motherfucking K with a spray-ay-ay
It's 95 keep your ass out the line-up
Why don't you keep the double-time up, pimp keep them lines up
Help 'em talk to shiner, give me the best wish
The paperchase be for me 'cause you got blasted with
An eighth of a key
Niggas be be-comin' up but come or stay away
And I'll let you take your fate with three...
Bullets to the chest, put your body rest
If you know P-gang going for the G-Style
Never relax, realize don't give a one-too-many free packs
Come check your ho to see I'm a G
I-get in a sick dream
Paid to pick teams in a room full of dick fiends
Much love to thugs who sacrifice their life to get greens
For the troop of 15, what the shit mean?
It's you bitch, you better save your breath, 'cause you
Can't count how many days is left
Let the weed smoke, blaze, but check, until I'm ready to wreck
Then a motherfucker gonna be paid to death
Because I'm goin' on a paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
(Chorus x 4)
Wanted dead or alive
(AK)
I don't know which way to go
Fuck it might as well go both
Cos these niggas want my soul
Get these mother fuckers trying to reload
Got my index on the trigger
Screaming why am I selling figure
Introduce you to your digger
Put your ass beside the vicar
See I know where you hang
You got some killers in your gang
Plus I'm gon be the blame
For leaving the mother fucker unrestrained
Piper shots to the brain bitch
Say my name and watch me get the five shots
Shooting nine lots
Give me props
I shoot a cop then I watch his body drop
Gotta make this crooked cop stop it
If I go to the pen watch my back and we can all break out
I'm screaming free me
Until we get parole I'm shaking D.P
Believe me I'm a kill them on T.V with the glock on the repeat
Putting all their souls deep you're watered down and so weak
Dead or alive so recognise that I got shots for my guys
Between your eyes mother fucker Rapalot for life
(Chorus x 4)
(Belo)
Don't want to hang out
Want to grab this tek and blow my brains out
Nigga you got some problems I got my own don't call my name out
If the bullets rang out
For the fuck why they wanna see me
Who the fuck gon wanna be me
Lay down and know that you're free
Kill the bullshit cos a nigga gon bullshit
Smoke weed and worry
Separate keys get dirty
I'm calling on God he's worth it he's worth it
My daddy left me lonely
My friend that I call my homey
Who got me just like only
Keeping the dark trying to ride this pony
My nigga Mo is locked up
My brother Twan's locked up
Plant the grass on e's and rock up
Three of my brothers and no mo
No jealous slays no fo fo
In the hand where you put that po po
Free all my niggas
For the rule's this world free em all that figures
Now take this nigga
Face down mother fucker and gon meet your digger
Get up stand up don't give up get paid and live up
Mother fucker made up break all this bullshit
I'm gunning with the full clip
And still most wanted
(Chorus x 4)
(N.A.R.D)
See I'm stressed with pain
My Grandmama told me that I was blessed with the game
I took it and I sold my whole life to the game
So everything I thought my whole heart I gave
From G-packs to weed packs
It's going to give me problems I really don't need that
See I got a boy on my back
That I been running since them ways back
Tell Uncle Sam that I'm gon stay black
And fuck those silly cars stirring my shit up under this six flat
And tell them hoes who be diamond kissers
Trying to take control of a niggas riches
They can get they nose out a niggas business for it
Down here treying to set the wife off the fix and I don't play that
Praying for my downfall I'm making
Dome shots on all y'all
Got us retaliating like outlaws
Dead or alive mother fucker I'm black bro
Chorus: Just another one dead and gone (4 times)
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhha
A year from now where will I be when I get blasted
I picture myself in a crime house filled with roses on my casket
All my family and friends at my funeral wipin their tears away
Mama screamin wake up Im just restin till another day she falls away
My kids are so confused cause their daddies gone left alone
singin its so hard to say good-bye at the funeral home whats goin on
4 nights and a rainy day to the cemetery found Id be home
come close to a call for mama she sees her baby buried
All shes carried
But Im askin the lord is it ment for me to die this way
Will I live will your words see a brighter day
crutch love for the haters for were the infrared
and everybody prays for the ride away is it time to pay
visualize me gunned down mama told me to pass and run from the clan
Didnt know then what I know now
Chorus: Just another one dead and gone (4 times)
Lights flashin guns blastin Nigger assassin
you askin how long Im lastin when a nigger be blasted
Negro means of a Negro
its 187 I know sometimes those Nigs know
Its all about drama
save it for my baby mama
Im gonna tell her
when next summer comes Im gonna be a crack sella
but beat me there goes my fuckin choice and shit
A nigga never be got a chance to put his voice in it
tell me lies Nigga decide what your life is like
you gotta be dealin or sellin some fuckin dope
just to earn some fucking stripes
she said dont go with the flow
and help your hommie get off his kilo
cause they have the neighborhood watchin your ass an the TV show
like Americas Most Wanted well what the fuck they want me for
Except to fight they wars
But I a young nigger with potential
shootin game and shootin niggas thats all fundamental
drug house since other drug house persons goin to jail for others
ounces why he out here free you both seein shit
still three months and a couple of soultrains to help you think
Now how you gonna get over that shit&..I dont know nigga
Chorus: Just another one dead and gone (4 times)
I see image in the sky
is it me I cant believe my soul would ever die
so please god tell me why
have I committed murder did I commit a sin
have I broke any of your laws shall I repent
Is it to late to go wish my family farewell
before I continue on my journey dont know whether its heaven or hell
all they have is my picture my beloved memory
they still rejoicein upon the times the way I used to be
not a pleasant game I played to keep them happy
I knew of castles never just like my pappy
half this death is commin at me
hangin up my suits slowly diein
cause all the wrong that Ive done to keep my mama cryin
so much longer and if I could return Id read the book of revelations
nigger what Im facin is a no win situation
I guess this world will come to, lord
So let my parents know for them I shed no tears
What hurts the most is when a brother falls
I could see my mama ballin up and family and friends sayin kill em all
tell Biggy Smalls there aint no reason for this homicide
money women and pride took another brother for his life
if you really want to fight put the straps down
stand firm go toe to toe see who survives in this last round
last down so walk away looks like you lost
for the ones who boast
whats the outcome of this roller coast
drive by and retaliation glock infrared
we screw up on it by an inch and hit the babies head
the babies dead an instant victim did you shoot to kill
cause the man was live and gone and the baby still
Mom told me I was a bad ass
but to show my fast tap
lyin never listenin to the bullshit
but the bullshit could have saved me from the three rounds
didnt know then what I know now
attached to my advisements
aware of all this high-tech shit
I lost my daddy in 92 from a drunk driver
and it seem the only thing it did was made me get higher
my oldest brother away from home with shackles on
in 93 we took the ride and lost payin a ton
Roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far,
You just slide in to my car
I got my eyes on 52 inch, wit my fingers on chocolate thick and richer
Smoke the last of the grass, put the dub in glass
Start smoking wit a virgin, baby doll rest ya nerves
Recline lay on back
Instead of spend a stack, pimp really kick back,
Get some ass just like that
See I never been ahead ?? (Lexus)
That apply to (Texas)
Do or Die (Respect us, don't test us, get checked wit the tech sir)
But back to your slow lord, really wanna know about your low luv
You can stop ackin' so so intimadated by the slow flow
Hurt my feelings is a no no
Let me sit beside you at the sun beach, got me trippin off the sun heat
See you think it run me, see you think its the weed talking
Conversation on the pond, took a pause for a minute you start walking
I know its your first time, just follow your first mind
And when you lose control, I'ma smooth ya soul
But all I really wanna know...
Can I roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far,
You just slide in to my car
Baby would you die for me, when I can't see give a eye for me,
Lay to the side and cry for me, when I'm in my grave say bye for me
Cause I might be, Chilling with ya blasmphemy, lay low while I past the B
If you really wanna ride when the time is right, put it off to the side come
On, ride ride wit daddy
Down past in the caddy, spittin' honey in ya ear like a bumble bee
Won't 'cha men's come run wit me, let me show you what fun can be
Choppin up from beyond the sea
Ain't this some (shhh...) still playa hate cause I kept real
Never asked for a free meal, all I asked if I work coming up from the dirt
Show me luv not a fake thrill
I'ma flirt wit the girls and um make sure that they worth time and personal
Travel round the world and um make they money while have fun, gotta have em,
Parly everday wit my homies
I will never leave you lonely, I keep it real for my homey
Feel, never down out and lonely, come on
Can I, roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far,
You just slide in to my car
And they know when I be on, in the back of a caddy ridin' three strong
Roll the bees on, hit the switch on the six, roll the caddy wit d's on
To the head and the weed gone
See the mansion doors, dipping through house wit the ?? doors
Wait to you get to the marble floors, like a persian rug,
Cow gun in the tub
Ain't got the mind for luv making, cause I'll leave you where I found you at
The club shakin'
Cause I'll do you like bruson bacon
Baby maybe I'm mistaken,
It ain't no simp in me, its all pimp in me
And I can tell ya flip a g stack
And if its you let it bring three back
And now the P-i-m-p's back
Now let me rub, massage you relax
Baby its like P-o-P-i-m-p, olgy
But obviously, Joe don't wanna be a player no mo'
So what I really wanna know is...
Can I roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far,
You just slide in to my car
Choppin up that paper (with you) I do it for you
You know you got me lovin you
Choppin up that paper (with you) I do
You got me love-in youuuuuu
Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you livin in that high-class luxury
No matter me, I'm a trustin G
Says shell never see , shell never tweak, now do you really really wanna ride
Wit me?
Now happy here and there aint now love lost, fitty cars with these bumps
But you others always want some and tell me true or false
I know you got tight game, but your game been peeped too
Monkey see , monkey will do, feel me and I'll feel you
We can ride in the backseat drunk type all night
Sun up til the moonlight, true dat (true dat), baby but you knew dat
First you gotta understand (uh-huh) we makin pennys out of dollars
And boys out of grown men, from Chi to Texas to Los Angeles smokin canibus
Puffin phillys after phillys I got my homies in Atlanta on a burner actin
Silly
But lets pause back gettin back and when we call fax,
I know you cant see it, but I'm all that
You got the video of me and Twista ridin in the Benz/Lac
But tell me can you fade back?
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L, double a-c always
Women love my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry
Point the finger if you know its me, so flow when the lights on
Hittin notes in the mac song you can see me cause the mask gone
Dead wrong, if you think that I, am on the paper chase cause you seent that I
Kick it on the Sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin Hene spead your love
And show love and not pro-long
And for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on your hips and thighs lips
And I
Seems better when we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and G stacks
But remember when we packed, Tennessee dont need that
But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how many hoes you can go
Through
I aint hatin cause she told you see I'm a boss player who can sit back and
Floss player, dime hat and a raw scale do you really wanna ride on the side
And chop it up later, you can sit back and ride wit me, take a puff, get high
Wit me
Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L double a-c always
Now identify who it was that labeled me, systamatic its a habit, situation
When I'm such a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a blunt I did,
So why you actin (?) we gettin crunk and did,
Run around givin G shot, party til the beat stop, divin in the pool and the
Rules, oh they all dead, choppin up the paper so we all rich, and take a puff
To the head til we all sick, but in the meanwhile, Chrystille, now you lady
Wanna do it again
To an end, in a couple (?)
Less than Jeeps then Bentleys, VIP and the whole 9
We in the back of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just dippin
So I told you where I hang out
Ya got some sellin then
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin up out the cain house
Nigga just for you I blow his brains out
I blow his brains out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out
So I told you where I hang out
Ya got some sellin then
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin up out the cain house
Nigga just for you I blow his brains out
I blow his brains out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out
Two of my hommies got killed
From the hollow point tips
Cepts it looks like hell
Three point five million
From those narcotic sells
Gang signs thats maile
Seventy two hours incarcerated
All becouse my hood floss bloody body's
On the pavement
That playa hater shit
Is what brings that type of drama
What a nigga need to start doin
Is just kidnappin your mama
Catch me in the game for 8 years
So watch my nigga catch stripes
In the middle of the night
Seein fiends smoke pipes
Dub sacks an Coniac
Helps me deal with these phonies
Busters sellin for G's that I stack
From the back to ponies
I got hommies with L's on they backs
Who fell through the crack
And hidin shank's under they mattress
Where were you
When will you realise
When cockin Glocks
To pop those cops
Makes a Mil of these blocks
Ride in drop tops
Be foolin with G-nocks
Dont trust those bitches
They choose to squish and let em squeel
Go ahead and trust em
You'll have no money screamin BIAATCH
To tha billi ba-bang
The reflections drummin like solo
Hold on like En Vogue
Put out that Endo
Let down the window
Tec's to our set
Seventeen to mix with the bullshit
Lettin em know at the do' with the full clip
When you bust at me
That nigga slip
They steady runnin
The gun
To keep the nigga off that lay low
Got niggs on the pay roll
That'll kill when I say so
Three hay-lo's
It gets so fatel
On Warnell talk to no one
Sometimes it gets to the point I
Cock my ho's see what Im sayin
The lord is smokin
Thats why my life
Has been this livin hell
For the thug life up on the street
And to the prison cell
Unlawfull use is what
They caught me with a Tec-9
An do they got probable cause
They never did take no time
Steady use of prison
Took another brothers man hood
They choose next time
Up under the bench
They say its all good
But I was young
Didnt know any better
Although I did comp out the bootcamp
Fly to give a brotha seven
Years of prison teirs
My hommies pourin beers
I guess this henny
Should be life of what a thug lives
My only hurt
Maybe wont be my last
But heres a tip for these cops
Next time Im goin out with a blast
So if you look up in this black man's
Eyes of straight madness
Ready to buck you down
Upon the ground
For all my past teachers
Give your souls up
If your showed up
Dont hold up
We Do or Die
And you know we
Straight soldiers
Nigga I got your back
You got mine
Lets keep it comin
Throw your guns in the air
Uh-uh no time for runnin
They'll miss the gunnin
Its Do or Die
When we ride out
Niggero you comin
Lets leave the scene
And go and hide out
An miss the trippin
Trippin an clippin
Lets get to dippin
Mutherfuck gonna die
Becouse he lied
About my hommie flippin
Swole head and a broke jaw
Fuck that
My nigga you dead an gone
But you better believe
Im bustin back
Aint got no time
For individuals
Who just wanna trip
You done broke his jaw
You done broke my law
So now I gots to dip
Now whip
Up on that ass
With this nine milla
You aint fuckin with a ho
You fuckin with a po
That be a stone killa
My nigga dead an gone
So rest in peace an close his casket
Thiers plenty more chances
If it takes ten years
I swear ill kill this basterd
To war zone grab that chrome
Plus the clip that matches
Retalliation is a must
Thats why Im kickin asses
These BHN they straight be trippin
Cus the hood I come from
Thats why Im packin
Fully be jackin
Cus these ho's dont want none
Cant get along
Keep this mo
Im talkin player rythem
Got niggas on the side
Whose bitin ears
By spittin negatism
I got my ninner
Off of safety
Ready to try it out
What made me do it
It was hood when I ride out
From north or south
To the east to the west
Who rolls the best
So fuck your chief
His ass gonna die
When I load this tec
To them niggas in the pen
Who got sent up for this bullshit
Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger figgas
Thats it them niggas loyal to this game
And some of these niggas aint your hommies
The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies
So when you look behind your back
That mutherfucker might be havin a knife stabbin you
So you watch that shit
Its real
About that pen nigga
Motherfuckers bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back
Mutha fuckaz at, war, an they line up at the door
Nigga what you robbin me for, bailin with the killaz
Took a shot at the door, nigga you ain't know
Ain't no Art of that War, fuck war
We can take it to the streets, muthafuck Bone an it's on when we meet
Never ride alone cuz I roll one deep
Black four-five on me like a sheep, I creep
In the mist of the fog through the dark at your home in your city
It's a pity when you fuck with the Chi
Nigga if I die, then you got, dot to the dot to the dot
An why, cuz you fuckin with the bitch killa
Like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla
Cuz I'm a straight at war, nigga fuck a Bone killa
Every bitch come ride wit a grown nigga, never zone nigga
Step into my zone, nigga feel tha vibe of a chrome
Infared beam an it see that your gone
Not many men that'll kill in they zone, we strong
Motherfucker wanna run up then it's on, lets go
An you been up to some, no play
I'ma catch you on yo off day
Hit yo ass in the head wit a bat time to war play
Nigga hoes, an yo wife too, fuck yo bitch an your rap
An yo style an yo life too
Ain't no tellin what we might do
Rap-A-Lot muthafucka, an I'm down with the right crew
An now I call for the right 2
Split yo muthafuckin head down the center like like atomic
BOOM! did yo dawg an you like who
Switch bitch 'fore you ask what which would you die soon
We some murderers K-I-L-L, kill or be killed
(mutha fuckaz bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back)
Nigga whats all that bluffin 'fo
Steady mackin tough, but we know y'all some hoes
Steppin wrong to the SNY or Do or Die,
The whole C-H-I gonna roll
So what up bitch, you done fucked up now, pal
Disrespect the wrong town, clown
Step wit a fully, clip wit a bully, stop I gotta kill
Just gotta pull it, clone what
An leave yo whole click get struck
Fuck around left Bone stuck, Bone fucked
All your boys hollerin Bone duck, what was that
Children cryin fo tellin cuz we be goin to work
This CHI town cap peela
Hit 'em up for knockin the world for a minute
Yo punk dont play so you better get a little
Nigga want war pack the ATF blast out
Yo whole gun started killin bitch faster, I hit the stash out
Get the cash out, I get the gas out, then we mashed out
Nigga, dash out, mash out, hit the next bitch
An shout right now from the Lexus
Fuck Bone cuz it's on in my city, so stick it, stick it
Stick it, stick it, bitch now what?
I'm sick of all this bullshit
Watch a muthafucka full flip, when I pull it
Can't wait til I see you, to bad I wouldn't wanna be you
An ain't no doubt creep too, blast yo ass wit a three-two
My four-five gonna meet you, Bone
Thug ass harmonies, you can't fuck wit the CHI town armory
Hit 'em all when they come wit these
Caulk those an puff the weed, so keep yo eyes on the master 3
Come out an let us see, how much laughter jokes can be
When you come here from that East 1999
For fuckin wit the wrong cat, seein me in yo hoes lap
An what you lookin for, you gonna find
Losin holes in my gold gat
In full ass do you muthafuckaz do you hoes laugh
I know your high on green, you messed
Pass out all stressed up, I'm at the end of the world so catch up
Cuz we blast y'all keep in wit the masters
An I'm in it to win it, will I serve a bitch
I'm my brothers keeper til I, die an deserve this bitch
Better be remotivated wit a mack 10
Masked assassin blastin, killin mutha fuckaz passion
Bullets crash we load them thangs
So muthafuckaz seen hoes who strain
I can hear they voices prayin, none of y'all bitches adapt to pain
Well if you can't pick up pain, pick up pain
Say my name, A to the muthafuckin K
On that note nigga I close yo casket bastard
That flower shit thats high an drastic
Supposed to be, y'all bitches ain't cold to me, it was told to me
That y'all react to drama when it comes to guns an shit
Ain't gotta do the po's, yo click ain't too hard
Our click to serve a bitch
Only CHI town niggaz do run it like this
Only CHI town niggaz do run it like this
Only CHI town niggaz do run it like this
Take yo wig, flip you bitch, cross our roads
We'll break your souls, like triple darkness they say we cold
My 9 millimeter, oh shit, 1 clip, 2 clip
An leave yo whole crew sick my dick
An you hollin hot ones, my niggaz be hollerin hot ones
Dig my shit then I shot one, does that mean I got one
That all you bitches better dodge for life
Its about 1:51 in the club and straight packin
With a five double-o playa playa who you back in
You lackin - I'm all up in the club gettin' action
With a ugh full of hoes
I'm smellin' like a sack and
You got my attention with your hips and thighs
Make a pimp reach his peak
With your hips and eyes
Girl you know what you do to me
Explain a monkey
Cause' you actin' like you twenty-three
Pass the hennessy
Ballin' like you true to sin
Now we all in the clubs that you be in
Like BBD
Do me in
If that's the case
Doin' head and slang off in my face
And pump that ass
This club track freek to the bass
Hold it down till' we drop it
Roll it, give it what you got, ugh
Robbin' on my body baby till' you hit the spot, huh
Dippin' big names baby roll it till' it get a wash
In this baby (In this baby)
Why you wanna rub on me (Why you wanna rub on me)
You lookin' at my Rolex
Touchin' on my diamond ring
You all at the club girl (Club girl)
Shine up on a monkey on me (Puttin' them monkey on me)
Don't try to get personal
Why you want to hate on me...
Why you want to hate on me
Oooh....
See some hinney flip a penny
Why you faking the funk
Heads or Tails
Anyway though you got bass in your trunk
All the playas up on the side
Come and smoke with me
He live when he step rep with Kenny's
Come and choke with me
From poor man
To rich man
Rich man back to poor man
All of us can party
Livin' in this low land
Ain't no favortism on this side of town
What you do is bring your mob
Bring it on or get down
Better yet lay on back in your steady b-low
Keep it real
Buddy fats and why flexin' this close
Even though we came to party
Can't say ride, say ride
In the end we fell like Biggie
Now nauzea twa
In the club off in the corner, pretty girl no style
We can dip with no protection in the back of the car
Bump and grind
Who's left in line and this all because
Playas we ball because
It's goin' and it's on in the club
Don't take it personal oooh...
I got a taste for some hennessy
But like they said
Now alazey put that man in me
Now it's on from ten to three at the club tonight
If you ain't grubbin' right
You better be hookin' tight
Who got a dubb to light
You take a puff and you pass it nigga
Wipe the dust off your truck
And you pass the liquor
Seven digits, figure what's the way to get picture
(Diamond shinin' up my watch)
And it's known to get you
Picture me and you in the club actin' bad
Pushin' in my love
And we doin for the cab
Bend it over
Give a nigga flashbacks
I'm about to test the pain
Cause' you want me to tags at
And where you friends at
Baby don't worry get it low in a hurry
Cause' when we finish this party
You gone tell a whole story about who
Me and you what didn't did do
For your whole crew knew
(??) I went through fool
Say ra, Say ra
Manaj eh twa
In the back of my car
Now for some typical reason
I'm rollin up some hoes, and pattin my back seat, hah
My pimpin lyrical tactics, is like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress
Now flex this
Now I just be
On the front porch, with a torch, ready to scorch
Two women peepin me cause really I'm gone
In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me
Keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy I'm on
They can see I'm a cool muhfucka kickin the petty
Down with a tango on my razor fade
Peanut butter complexion to silly processions
Of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor blade
Like a game of Spades, crack the bullshit
These days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid
Women freakin me greedy lickin me doin body graffiti
Throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age?
Two players in the Chi, you're thinkin Do Or Die
You and I can be naked cause I'm the love that you've been thinkin of
The style of flow is a vocal calico
To show you with the mic I be speakin love, what's the words, weak and numb
Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and glock
Try not to pass the block, gettin more hot than the astronauts
Sippin After Shock
I ball cause I see you all on Rap-a-Lot
Let's get parley and then crack the spot
Plenty Henny for my crew and I ain't even broke up half a knot
Keep on holdin me while I roll to be we can smoke or ride
And you can play with me to keep the passion hot
Don't you know how the money flow
Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how the money flow
Mmmm, now they peep a brother Rolex
Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech
Money clean like Windex
Givin up the ave like a brother gonna pass, but the hoe check
Hoe flex I'm on the avenue, lay it back sip a half a brew
So I see if I can have a fruit
A peep show like the hoe when she thinkin bout me havin you
She laughin too, and pass a few, beads around
Smokin trees till the leaves come down
She be clothed ain't a skeezer now, show em the paper
That be caught up at your crib with your pantses down
But money maker want a triple take
Look at the nigga with the endless dividends of heavyweight
See him ridin in the C-A, D-I, double-L, A-C
Always checkin paper in tall ways
Pull em off the sprawlways
Herd a couple hoes in clothes and I'm supposed to be all day
Parley parley, dog that's how the money flow
Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O
Don't you know
Bend the block with the indo, blowin out my window
Rolex on my side do', lean back in the slow flow
Gettin paid as the night go
I see some fly hoe, tell me where you crib at
Where's the place that you live at?
Hit you on the phone till you be all alone
So we can get it on baby just kick back
Swiggin brews and Perrier
Thick chick with a booty like a plizayer do
AK (to where) to the pen
And to tell all my niggaz to keep it strong
They ain't got long (to what) to see
Where the niggaz is kick it where a nigga kick it
Go where I go Cadillac to the show
Po Pimp fuck the dough hit the stage and become wicked
Get the money and ride out, go back to the hideout
Take a woman to the bed and spread them thighs out
I'ma pull my surprise out
Then my boys was flyin out, but two girls were chasin
Deep in Chicago, been doin this since the nine-oh
Comin up put a number on fryin hoes
Let the money flow
Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O
Now for some typical reason I'm rollin up with a hoe
And I'm pattin my back seat
I pimp lyrical tactics like a dirty kid flippin on a mat
Never could I come flexless, when I wreck shit
Then be dip through the Chi and enjoy my Lexus
Better blow when you bob your head, to the fed shit
Why you waitin for the next kid, motherfucker
Makin money just wanted to take a little get the dick wet
Get my girl in bed
Spend my money in the Southern, motherfuckers
That's thuggerin, but I'ma come from the heart for start
To stop all the niggaz the bigger the trigger the larger the dividends
Pimpin and paperin leavin sugar in
Till money flow like a dreamland
But really though, could you tell me how the money flow?
Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how we do it in the 'O
Don't you know, how the money flow
Who am I? Scar mother fucking face
Who am I? A to the mother fucking K
Who am I? Belo mother fucking Zero
Who am I? Niggas Ain't Ready to Die
Who the fuck am I?
A born killer with no conscience
Leaving niggas with holes in their heads unconscience
No second chances
Cos in this game no one advances
You made your move and fucked up now the devil dances
No scrilla for this just murderers with blocks
To run up on their dick and hit em and get em hot
With a 357 slug pointed at your nose
Left a bloody mess and a note stuck between your toes
You fuck with me nigga you're fucking with the warrior
Anybody destroying you're packing the sig sauer
Putting niggas off in body bags cos in this game you take no prisoners
Leave it in blood Hare Krishna
Nobody's breathing niggas stuck on getting even
You die this evening insanity gon be my reason
I trail niggas fill niggas and kill niggas
I introduce the ways that are wicked to real niggas
Who ever epitomise
And idolise my murderous skills
With this vivid imagination and slugs that kill
Off in the zone unorthodox with the world on blocks
It's unexplainable how I got these bitch niggas locked
Keep my eyes on my safe and keep this murderous flavour
Since I picked up a strap I've had this murderous behaviour
Spread the whole clip around and get the fuck outta Dodge
I got a ride full of straps in my homies backyard
It's too cold to proceed without a block to start
Watch a gat blows him apart as the bullets depart
Now who the fuck am I? Is the question you ask
Can't be touched or fucked with is all you need to know
It's 1998 plus you bitches got to go
And y'all cain't fuck with me and tell em why
My adrenaline rush on jump
Plus you got my arm beneath grabbing with the double barrel pump
I hear some niggas talking loud like we been stealing this shit
Just say you hate me cock the bullshit don't you grip on my dick
It's Belo Zero mother fuckers same sick ass nut
Drink a brew and smoke some weed and blow your bitch ass up
I put in work so recognise I carry my shit on my chest
More respect and I neglect to come up back with the vest
I never seen a thousand soldiers hit the dirt on your roll
Fuck your chief and all the soldiers I'm a king on my own
I'm coming with force down with Big Chief nigga Rapalot style
Grip sixteens and triple beams will leave that ass on the pile
Walk on down and see the light cos I'm not faking the shit
I told you once that I'm a soldier I'm just taking your shit
Now who am I a born killer nigga fuck what you heard
I'm too delirious and serious I ain't like a nerd
Fuck around and call the coroner dig your whole ass up
Separate your head from the spam and leave your bitch ass stuck
Nigga...
Retaliation is a must
I see niggas from behind so I bust
My Desert Eagles gon to catch you when they duck
Now what the purpose when they still gon get struck
And leave they brains fucked up
I don't know why they put they eyes on me
Cos I'm a black material killer trying to keep it low key
Now what it was they probably didn't know it was me
But that goes to show em that fancy bitches focus just be
They want to look up on my Rolex while I spot on my heat
They see my Lexus car shining when I been on the streets
With no ticket on it but still they try to find out what's in it
It's a black nigga with a black chrome on the seat
In the dark zone it's on
And hell yeah I used to push packs
Taking niggas straps and pimping bitches in 'lacs
Matter of fact this shit I rap about I did before
See it ain't no studio mother fucker just stepping through these doors
We can't be fucked with we can't be touched
Cos the drama that we bring is just too much it's just too much
Do Or Die Do Or Die
Chorus: johnny p
Do you wanna riiide?
In the backseat, of a caddy
Chop it up, with do or die
Do you wanna riiide?
In the backseat, of a caddy
Chop it up, with do or die
Verse one: belo
Seven double oh p.m.
Fly low to them hoes in the b-m
Sippin seagram, chewin on a weed stem
Touchin on my fo' fin
Move it to the back so I can see who beepin this po pimp
Spring to the phone with a slow limp
In a trip that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10
Three line connection
As the rest of them wanted affection
Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you need
And plus we strapped with two protections
I put the phone in the hook, then I pause for a minute
Cause I forgot where I met the hoe
And the feeling I've forgotten if the hoes wanna snap
I straight up check the hoe, really doe
To the crib
Chorus
Verse two: ak-47, belo
Seven deuce five, the ride the point to spot the live hoes
Three miles per hour
Like we runnin up on some ri-vals
Never to deny though, these bitches look fly 'lo
Introduce myself
A to the motherfuckin k finna recognize
Then I loose myself juice myself
As you take one pull, uhh, pass it to the left and umm
Self-centered niggaz'll take two pulls 'cause they thinkin about samplin umm
P-i, m-p, ology, but logically
We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...
Mmm, ain't this some shit, pull up in the c-a
D-i, double-l, with ah a-c, a-c hoes
They peep those, p-i, m-p, and they think that automatically
Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
M-o, n-e, but why?
Cause nigga be sportin nice cars and fancy clothes
Fresh jewels girbaud flexin one five oh (chop chop)
Chop up that paper hoe, chop up that paper hoe
Watch where your lips go, caress my tip slow
To the tempo, instrumental
Real simple when you fuckin with a pimp doe
Get involved in the backseat
Let's have me in the cab betcha mess with ya young ass
Smokin on that finest grass
Never miss what you never had, at last
P-i, m-p, ology, but logically
We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well...
Chorus
Verse three: tung twista
Well a motherfucker might be broke and shit
And then collecting no dough from tips
But I be spittin mo' game than a mouthful of poker chips
To get them hoes with the oprah lips and the provokin hips
And never gotta tell her many lies
I been lookin in the city skies, get up in the kitty's thighs
Cause I'm blessed with a look of innocence, good sex
Peanut butter complex and some pretty eyes
Pity cries on my strategy side, yo when outta me gotta be
Right, that'd be the flatter me right
But if the head the bonk c'mon suck a nigga dick
Members of my click, wanna see what that'd be like
I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat
Don't be bogus and deny that
I done got a hold of dem my fellas on the train
While she lie back, now motherfucker can you buy that?
Where your ride at?
On the passenger side of your hoe
Tryin ta come up on another g
The broad all up under me tryin ta smother me
Lookin love-ly while I roll another bead, suddenly
She learned that I don't deal with emotions
But when we in the room she rubbin me with lotion
Comin like an ocean coastin have a cig thinking
Me and do or die dig drinkin love potion
The word that was never said
Twisted be givin women dick in the bed, until they sick in the head
And if I ever leave whoever dead
They ain't trickin the feds or spittin game but it's chicken and bread
Kickin them legs in the air like a playa do
Then belittle in a day or two
After words i'ma slay a crew
Now that's some pimp type shit that b-low and ak'll do
Wearing gray and blue
If a hoe wanna holler then you a playa if you hit them ends
And get the dividends
But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your friends
Cause I studied p-i, m-p, ology, but logically
Be learnin these hoes biology, obviously, well...
Just another one dead and gone
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhha
A year from now where will I be when I get blasted
I picture myself in a crime house filled with roses on my casket
All my family and friends at my funeral wipin their tears away
Mama screamin wake up Im just restin till another day she falls away
My kids are so confused cause their daddies gone left alone
Singin its so hard to say good-bye at the funeral home whats goin on
4 nights and a rainy day to the cemetery found Id be home
Come close to a call for mama she sees her baby buried
All shes carried
But Im askin the lord is it ment for me to die this way
Will I live will your words see a brighter day
Crutch love for the haters for were the infrared
And everybody prays for the ride away is it time to pay
Visualize me gunned down mama told me to pass and run from the clan
Didnt know then what I know now
Just another one dead and gone
Lights flashin guns blastin Nigger assassin
You askin how long Im lastin when a nigger be blasted
Negro means of a Negro
Its 187 I know sometimes those Nigs know
Its all about drama
Save it for my baby mama
Im gonna tell her
When next summer comes Im gonna be a crack sella
But beat me there goes my fuckin choice and shit
A nigga never be got a chance to put his voice in it
Tell me lies Nigga decide what your life is like
You gotta be dealin or sellin some fuckin dope
Just to earn some fucking stripes
She said dont go with the flow
And help your hommie get off his kilo
Cause they have the neighborhood watchin your ass an the TV show
Like Americas Most Wanted well what the fuck they want me for
Except to fight they wars
But I a young nigger with potential
Shootin game and shootin niggas thats all fundamental
Drug house since other drug house persons goin to jail for others
Ounces why he out here free you both seein shit
Still three months and a couple of soultrains to help you think
Now how you gonna get over that shit&..I dont know nigga
Just another one dead and gone
I see image in the sky
Is it me I cant believe my soul would ever die
So please god tell me why
Have I committed murder did I commit a sin
Have I broke any of your laws shall I repent
Is it to late to go wish my family farewell
Before I continue on my journey dont know whether its heaven or hell
All they have is my picture my beloved memory
They still rejoicein upon the times the way I used to be
Not a pleasant game I played to keep them happy
I knew of castles never just like my pappy
Half this death is commin at me
Hangin up my suits slowly diein
Cause all the wrong that Ive done to keep my mama cryin
So much longer and if I could return Id read the book of revelations
Nigger what Im facin is a no win situation
I guess this world will come to, lord
So let my parents know for them I shed no tears
What hurts the most is when a brother falls
I could see my mama ballin up and family and friends sayin kill em all
Tell Biggy Smalls there aint no reason for this homicide
Money women and pride took another brother for his life
If you really want to fight put the straps down
Stand firm go toe to toe see who survives in this last round
Last down so walk away looks like you lost
For the ones who boast
Whats the outcome of this roller coast
Drive by and retaliation glock infrared
We screw up on it by an inch and hit the babies head
The babies dead an instant victim did you shoot to kill
Cause the man was live and gone and the baby still
Mom told me I was a bad ass
But to show my fast tap
Lyin never listenin to the bullshit
But the bullshit could have saved me from the three rounds
Didnt know then what I know now
Attached to my advisements
Aware of all this high-tech shit
I lost my daddy in 92 from a drunk driver
And it seem the only thing it did was made me get higher
My oldest brother away from home with shackles on
In 93 we took the ride and lost payin a ton
Since I'm 'Lo let me flex this
If there's somethin on yo' mind recline and check this
Song smooth not reckless
Swing it high and ride from 'Side to Texas
Give the game up since I came up
Blew my name up, check out the rhythm
Make them all wanna flame up
Strike a match to a lighter
A message to a young ridah, on the sight of
Pimp poetry I make you lighter than a feather in your dime hat
Bitchin to skins, saw that
I can tell you where the mob at
At the click, summer sunnin where the broads at
Diggin all that, smokin weed until they come and we can fall back
Shootin back for the small scratch
Trey-Fo' what you call that?
Pull up my drawers Girbauds and doze to pros got called
By the po-po, save it for the phone doe
Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal
Took a chill, but I still had to pose
And if I pause, it's because I left my car and the phone
Can you smoke and ride
With a playa, like me, and you, oh babe
Can you smoke and ride
With a playa, like me, and you
See uhh, laid back I'ma let the proper game at two rats
In the roll like two sacks
Dub essential when my homey came up
On the same drug for layin up they holla who that
Double check, just a couple hoes
Tryin to see where my head was at
On some problem shit
Wish to be up within the party shit
With the blunts and Bacardi shit
With the way she was dressed she might as well
Had nuttin on your body bitch
Hit the red on my side cause you know how a party get
Nuttin but the proper cheese
To squeeze a little on and scoot on to proper chick
But really doe, once a man advance
And bend blocks smoke the last of these
Pimp cats done CC's
Heavy G's ninety-six flippin clips bout naturally
Bags seized through Darnell
Heavy sacks and drop-tops
Now look on your map and spot
Where we, R-I-D, E, and smoke
I, made my money on the DL
Closed shop in the Pontiac we bail
To the mall to ball we're all pall
Cause a brother gonna floss in front of these females
To the retail
Five double oh period double oh these suits
The Girbaud with the boots
Then I scoop, up the loot
Paid the cash and dashed past the lab or the members of
Put my foot in motion, exits the sto' with my brand new gear
Spring game in her ear
Tell her Miss to please me and dance till it'll make me hear
Get her dizzy off the Stanberg
Girlie had to run for months to pump up but I'ma handle her
Like a man, I'ma stand if I fall
And when I fall, then the city better make the call
Left the mall, by the minutes of clothes
I suppose I get dressed to impress these hoes
Getty shoe fresh Guess from head to toe
Only wearin in the do' what the playas know
Bet y'all wanna see me niggaz wanna be me
Never will they pimp free, pimp costs
And I get lost on the slide for the Ave gettin high while we ride
Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a Cad'
Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die
Whoa yeah, whoahhah, yeah
Can I say it one more time
Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a Cad'
Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die
Whoa yeah, can you smoke and ride
With me baby, check it out...
Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride
C'mon girl ride ride ride ride
Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride
C'mon girl ride ride ride ride
Whoa yeah (whoa yeah)
Won't you ride with me baby (won't you ride with me baby)
With my homey Belo
My homey oh yeah, oh yeah, in my ride, c'mon baby, c'mon baby
Check it out
C'mon baby, oh yeah, can you ride with me baby
Ohhhwhoaaaah yeah, come girl
Won't you ride (I gotta know, I gotta know) I wanna go
Outlaw nigga
Do or Die nigga
Ride or die nigga
Let's get high nigga
Yo, I know niggas that kill
Niggas that dump pills
Niggas that ill
Niggas that don't feel
No remorse like mil for a bitch like you
I'm a Outlaw
What the fuck you thought I would do?
Elaine told me
Never let a fiend hold me
These streets is like hockey
And Kadafi the goalie
Know me
I'm too holy
You too phony
And too bony Tiger
Step in with two Tony's
With two chrome heats
Aimed at your dome-piece
It's all til we deceased
As long as we agree
It ain't a war
If there ain't no blood
Motherfucker
You ain't an Outlaw
If you ain't no thug
Middle fingers up
Wave 'em from side to side
Ride or die Do or Die
Outlaw for life
Middle fingers up
Wave 'em from side to side
Ride or die Do or Die
Outlaw for life
Thug it out.
It's a ship it up yo flip
You see them dogs in me
Automatic static
Outlaws call on me
You see the balls on me
I'm gonna let 'em swang
Without them thangs
So if them cops rush them lanes
Put their names up the wall
Exactly where you left the green stacks
Money from the refs
Like you stackin' from that caine
If it's bullshit we'll set it off
If it's a full clip I'm gonna let it off
From L.A. to Chi-town
From Jersey to the black grounds
We'll shut this whole bitch down
Who wanna bomb first?
Then the rest gonna follow
We livin' for today
We might not make it to tomarrow
Bore in your heart
Or insides hollow
If you wit me take a swallow
We drink from the same bottle
We share the same pain
This ain't a fair game
From your hood to my hood
It's never gonna change
Nigga
So we thuggin it out
Keep, keep, keep thuggin it out
Young niggas say
We keep thuggin it out
Keep, keep, keep thuggin it out
Come on, come on
When my demons attack
You'll be hit in your back
I'm bringin' a black
Interio
Up in my lap
All off up in the strap
When y'all thuggin we on
If y'all fuck till we gone
I'll pull out and bust til they gone
Get 'em out and fire
'Cause can't no cop catch me
They after these?
Now I'll fuck the niggas with the cheese
Well I'm gonna catch 'em while they sleepin
Put 'em up off in the deep end
A nigga already leavin
I'll run but we can be peace-in
Or listen til I do ya
Hold my ruger
I'll make your death date a little sooner
Motherfucker
I'm gonna tell you bitches on the wall
You fuckin' with individuals
Nutty motherfuckers
Straight from the ghetto motherfuckers
Smellin' blood like a savage beast
Tear you to pieces
While my mental increases
I'll break you off like Reese's Pieces
You been fuckin' with killas
If Belo Zero put one in your pillar
They gonna get blow
And count your filler
It's time for new
Flew or Do or Die I'm thugged out
Outlaw go get the mall
And we gonna clear 'em all out
The final impose to danger
Seconds away from destiny
Payback motherfucker
Now hear the recipe
E.D. Bin laden
I been ridin
Total domination is my goal
I want your souls
And more
Hear me
Here we go
Outlawz screamin' out your stereo
Grade imperial thugs
Hear me clearly
Though
We turnin' shit up
The rap game
We bout to burn shit up
Heatin' it up
Motherfuckers
We seek and destruct
Put your whole fuckin camper to sleep
For the love of Makaveli
There ain't no changin' me
T.H.U.G.
L.I.F.E.
Until they choose
To use tools
To come and get me
I wait for 'em
Pray for 'em
And when I see the white of his eyes
I aim for 'em
I ain't stolen
The pains callin'
So I gotta answer to it
The only way to be free
Is to be free
.. but somebody's gotta do it
Pimpin ain't easy, but somebody's gotta do it..
[Verse One]
I see lookin all good with a see-through dress on, nails pressed on
Get your flex on, like fuckin off that song
lookin like you gotta vest on
By the way you thinkin you gotta peel with it
But if you cant deal with it
It's all cirentricals baby you aint real with it
If you down then we'll feel it
But thats all them lils said
But licks told we can pick up the looks to the field yo
We can party with P.T.s on T.P. with a tub of hennesse
Three hoes screamin cuz they straight out da hood
Chi-town pimps that all it took
Better yet we can say this party booked
Let's ride to the corner and get some more
On the way back we can pick up some hoes
Show em how to talk em out of their clothes
Handle some freaky shit behind those
See how the pimp be peeped with them flow
Do or Die's all I know
Make em do shit they ain't did before
Number one rule, don't kiss them low
Lemme do my pimp hard
[Chorus]
I'd rather pimp youooh yeaaaaaaah (Only you)
Said I'd rather pimp with you(Hey)
I'd rather pimp youooh yeaaaaaaah (only youuuuuuu)
Said I'd rather pimp with you
[Verse Two]
Well lemme address myself I'm Belo 5'8"and chocolockolate
Rollin in my lex you wanna sex reach in my pocket lick
What the dimmyo fo' we start roll up a philly blunt I got silly stuck
Get you high and we have plenty fun
Park in my garage I've a Dodge we can get it on
Flip the script she's grown, now I got her in a zone
N-O M-O-N-E-Y I'm a Po P-I-M-P
Hit this bee and do just fine afterwards just stay low key
Got no time for silly games I'm not trying to get you sprung
I got homies I get down with its not personal but, fun
Do you really wanna ride
Just prove you down and we can get you off slip and slide
with the number one ballers that gon get suckin
Ridin boulevards flex em hard with my mini gat
Pull up on the ass shoulda shot where da hoes be at, hold me back
Cuz I know two hoes that I'm gon creep with
Playin hard to get in '98 that I'm gon sleep with
[Chorus]
I'd rather pimp youooh yeaaaaaaah (Only you)
Said I'd rather pimp with you (I'd rather pimp you babay)
I'd rather pimp youooh yeaaaaaaah (uhhhhhhhhhh)
Said I'd rather pimp with you
[Verse Three]
Do you wanna be in my Lexus coupe smoked out,
With them tinted windows next to you
Riding tight catchin the best of views
And dont be scared to gimme a clue on whatcha wanna do
Cuz I'm a playa so I say what I feel is true
Cuz I done been around the things that you going through
And God made hard things girl for me and you ( and me and you)
Just when a nigga get some mints we got the sex through
So playas one and two from ??? never made through them past years
Take pause pull outta glass here
and now we can toast to our new careers
And forget about the jealous thing
our love in the game and how yo girls trying to rub on my thing
And I aint worried about you ruinin my name
Cuz you never seen much cream in life
Only what you dreamed in life
And when they itching me right
You be there grippin me tight
Holdin me high
Cuz I'd rather be pimpin you tonight
I'd rather pimp with youohh (yeahhhhhhh) (Only you babayyy)
Said I'd rather pimp with youuuuuuuuuuuuuu ahhhhhhhh
I'd rather pimp with youuuu (yeahhh)
Said I'd rathaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Said I'd rather with youuuuuuuuuuuu
Baby baby dont you knooooooooooow
ahhhhhhh
I'd rather pimp youohhh youohhh youohhh youohhh youohhh
What is done is done Leave the troubles behind You'll succeed if you try Listening to the music you like Go ride your bike Or grab this mic Take time to enjoy You're a funny boy Havin' fun with your friends Drinking beer in your favorite pub Spend some time with you family Don't take your self to serioysly Live for today Do it your way Don't look back All's not blackSurfing the web or playing video game Come walking in the sun It's time to have some fun Go ride your bike Or grab this mic Take time to enjoy You're a funny boy Live for today Do it your way Don't look back All's not black Give away your tv Come on follow me
Chorus:
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Verse One:
I need...mo money mo money mo, suck 'em fast suck 'em slow
Even though I gotta pay my bills I'm still on the streets
tryin' to keep it real
Pass that shit let me take a hit, hopin' this money ain't
counterfeit
Give 'em 211 get 'em in line and let 'em 20 so(?)
Cut that money let's be up, which you wanna ride, the
Benz or the Truck
Back up, get on the one way cuz more Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never stick middle finger up my ass, known to blast
Keep me down, where I'm from I'm known to clown
Get a dub off a nine, go get a sack, I'm back, pro black
achiever, leave her, thug and ashtray
More to the fact I'm back to the scene, let in the wonder
let all the smoke out
And if Luke coulda broke out
Gotta make more stacks of these, so I Z's for bud in
the breeze, ain't spittin' cheese
What a freak wanna trip off, sip off the lame with the
game, get sick of the man who point the blame
Still a P-O, P-I,M-P, we be P-A,P-E-R...chase
Chorus:
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Verse 2:
You see my nice Mom smokin', money slopin' 'tween my fo
with open arms when my option is to my mission it's a paperchase
So when you face to face: mom and dollar, keep to the
streets, hit the joints like hollow
Boy better figure if you owe them, better low then
With po-po corruption on the phone double 1-9-1-87, with
a couple of zeros
I'm sittin' there makin' dollars
Verse 2 G, nigga didn't wanna holler
Back to the streets again, but a nigga wanna go there
The game treatment so fair
Crucial, in neutral, all eyes on me I'm brutal, choppin'
up that paper like you know
Gotta click since I call them blue notes
Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pluto
Get that new song
Nineteen ninety-six we be paperchasin'!
Chorus:
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Verse 3:
I'm...checkin' paper like a hunter, Belo
Had dreams about runnin' four to the floor
O.G.s in my house me in the clause
Nigga want cheese, nigga want more
Bumpin' all the good shit 'cause all the good shit makes
you forget about the bad bit
Now you make a nigga match wits
Never want what I never had, 'cause I never had shit
The basketball, the all, the ounce, bounce, A to the motherfucking K
I smoke the bead but they keep on calling me and they
want my apology
And they fall, see it's unexplainable how money's unattainable
if you play in this game
So nigga never call me names when I aim the gun but holler:
A to the motherfucking K with a motherfucking spray-ay-ay
A to the motherfucking K with a spray-ay-ay
It's 95 keep your ass out the line-up
Why don't you keep the double-time up, pimp keep them lines up
Help 'em talk to shiner, give me the best wish
The paperchase be for me 'cause you got blasted with
an eighth of a key
Niggas be be-comin' up but come or stay away
And I'll let you take your fate with three...
Bullets to the chest, put your body rest
If you know P-gang going for the G-Style
Never relax, realize don't give a one-too-many free packs
Come check your ho to see I'm a G
I-get in a sick dream
Paid to pick teams in a room full of dick fiends
Much love to thugs who sacrifice their life to get greens
for the troop of 15, what the shit mean?
It's you bitch, you better save your breath, 'cause you
can't count how many days is left
Let the weed smoke, blaze, but check, until I'm ready to wreck
Then a motherfucker gonna be paid to death
Because I'm goin' on a paperchase
Chorus:
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, ok
Cadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade)
Do or Die Ridin through the cold Chi (riding so high)
Back 2 the game yall (were back Belo, AK)
Some pimpology (escalade) so obviously we learned there biology
(Do or Die J. P. lets ride)
Do you love, money, chasin papers and doin capers
Bending the chi and then vegas like you one of the Lakers
Steady cuffin that paper, ladys can't fake us, so I stay cautious regardless
Like a million dollars keep sparkin better yet its that V.I.P barkin
(niggaz aint ready to die)
Cause please, that be me sparkin sharp and bendin calm in that lac
Bendin hard with ladys slobbin and bobbin
Aww man I been on that chick since back in college
See, she like them top notch with the glock cocked
Put the money and glock block them CEO's who invest in stock plots
Substance blowin out the sunroof with your drop top
Smokin on that chop flop ladys call me pa pa and groupies call me na na
So cha cha like legit do whatever suits that fit you
If paper be your issue, then you be your issue
But this paper make that paper, and this paper make that paper,
This paper make that paper so you stay away from haters
We ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top,
Diggin in the scene with a gangster lean ohhhohhhhhh.. ohhoohhhh
We ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top,
Diggin in the scene with a pimp lean ohhohhhh my my can you smoke and ride
You can see it in my eyes when I'm hustlin, burnt up tryin to come up from
Nothing
I be stackin them stacks bringin em back in the back of the lac
Talkin in codes to the burn outs hustlin daily got me turned out
You know my motto to invest and chase that paper like lotto
Follow, tryin to bring back money in car loads
But its hard to listen when you tryin to get that platinum benzy
Or purchase a home for my belo luxury home with a platinum visa
Its hard to imagine something like a nigga tryin to catch an orgasm
Track that feeling like a spasm
Tryin to study passin, got a passion gotta count that cheese
They off in the breeze but it aint nothing
If you got that paper then say something
Better put it away Cause the day comin when you fall off,
When you just wanna hall off with four sawed offs blow it all off
Recognise its the big faces that count, better yet better stay flexed
Check the paper stay stressed and get all the dough whether its fast or slow
Get up to the point where the cash will flow
Burger King and Mcdonalds really aint the way the best will go
And its so cold in these windy streets
When the ends meet your life will be ends deep with white shit
This is my motto, pop the first bottle
Louie call 1 3 grab the key then follow
Ride up to my home paid for mansion celebrating you ladys on tables dance on
M O N E Y got to have it me I remember hustlin when I was a shorty
Now or a forty X5 5 of those sit back relax and private show
No how it go more money more problem well the problem is you solve it
Don't let the money become you you take it and revolve it
No matter how you get it you hustle and go get it square stick with it
Make sure all the numbers split Cause all of them done did it
The Rockafellers Stellers and Jones
To many other people got paper but we homeless
And let alone this, we chillin while we swervin bumpin 92.3 in the suburban
Hittin curbs in city fresh yall Proda to the feet bonapetite
No second guess yall we confess yall love the curency don't you playa hate
Love the game you can't worry me, you can't worry me
J P, J P
Everybody may not have a great big Cadillac
Gangsta white walls, TV's and antennas in the back (uh uh)
Some peoples may not have a car at all
But they got to remember brothers and sisters (remember)
We still can pimp talk, rotate them gangster white walls
Never givin a dime to a broad (no no never)
And we gone keep on pimpin baby (keep pimpin)
We gone keep on pimpin baby (for real)
Untill somebody turn the lights out, so J. P. come on bring us home
Yeah, wohhhhohhhohhhh wohhhohhhh
I just wanna feel, Cause you may not have a gravy kind of life
Diamonds in the back, sunroof top, diggin in the scene with a gangster lean
You may night driiivvveee no car at all, ohh myyy
But you can still stand tall, still stand tall... hooo
Cause I'm ridin in my escalade
Ridin
Ridin
Let's start it the land of heartless assassin killers
Concrete gorillas
Cold blooded mind mentally dead niggaz
Cold temperature feelers
Them ones who shoot to yo life gone
When the nights on
You body disappear into a dark zone - it on
Im mad dogging you crib with my chrome
Tapping yo phones at home
Leave yo kids all alone - they gone
Smoked 'em from 'em blunts to leaves
Nobody want to fuck with the
Im on some pipe bomb type shit - pull up with the
The editor (and I) - eliminate my competitor
Time to feel the wrath of full-blooded predator
So in my head I'm on back tracking niggaz
Subtracting niggaz - I'm about to figure - who react with triggers
Bi-ach it up to you who react the quickest
I'm sending yo partner ransom notes
Explaining who on shit list
Cause all we represent is hit list
So remember this
In my fucking city it's kill or be killed
K- I - L - L or I'll be
Kill or be killed
I'ma take a life quick as I take a breath
And I ain't excepting this bullshit
I'm livin just like I ain't excepting death
Preconception left you son-of-bitch you stuck
Hit you with this thang - on the tock with a name - cause a killa just buck
Never wire me up - the center of yo essence past to file me up
It a be plenty mo' crimes ceases and pourin me swigs
A nigga just got fuck up
Visualize a fly gettin smashed by a battle rag
Put it in da frame Nigeroe get the picture who I am
(Who it is)
Zero muthafukin zero
Cooler than that wind when you hit that corner bitch
So don't fuck with me hoe - cause we know
How drama calculate - testing out niggaz fate
Keep yo head straight - avoiding that dead weight - shit up out the gate
I often feel when shit get drastic
I'ma make a motherfucka notice my production of these closed caskets
Fucked up get blasted - since preschool on some bad shit
Your first and last pick - its kill or be killed on you bastards
Seventeen in the mist - double you - distribute bitches is scarred to shoot
Muthafucka done retracute - plus bleed the few -but I gotta execute
When I'm next to you - automatic murder tactic become invincible
It seems you know - lay it down motherfucka - that how you know
You finst to go - you bitches know - tamper with a nigga - jag off
In the lead off - get you blast off - in a Red Cross - hit the Feds off
Cause your heads off - looking for the head bone - stepping over boundaries
Its sounds to me - picture nigga surrounding me - on dummy shit
But we can ball on the funny shit - a nigga body in the hollow tips
With extra clips -shit- unload with the four pound
And I throw down - show down
Finna flow down - you toe' down
Now I gotta finish the job - if I wanna cover low ground
Since I'm low down
I'm maddog release these fifteens from this wanch
Yelp hit - smoke pound - nigga slow down
So when I hit ya with the ra-ta-tat-
Take the game - remain the pain
Smoke the weed - make the G's
Tame the strain - sixteen with an L
Gotta get away tonight - no blue and white
No bitch will do ya right
Shut 'em down stay true for life
Vause its you for life - and I'ma choose ya life
Have a feelin lay the body turning blue tonight
Muthafucka you die
Sixteen in the clip one in my motherfuckin chamber
Loco ass nigga - going through spells of anger - you can anail the danger
I'm feening the snaps so call me a hype for the static I'm icning
My brain recycling havoc
Son-of-a bitch I'm psycho dramatic
But I think I'm cursed with more than this evil shit
I can take you back to some mid-evil shit
But guess what weapons we gone pick
It all be more than a man can imagine having -- damn-it
Seventeen hot ones at yo skin grabbin worse than (??) stabbing
See my workout drama and my room is tatted
And I'm surrounded by triple darkness so dont (?) I take this drastic
Be more than disasterist
When I'm grabbin that black mask and that magazine
Cat and da back
Giving they ass some plastic fist
See my papa told me punking 'em out wont do no damn good
Fucking with yo manhood
You handle it where that man stood, so dont ask me
If I'm of a piece a piece of pussy and a piece of fucking steel
Why don't you tell us honestly ?Oh, yeah ! Words don't come easily ! So many files not clarified Proceedings I don't understand I wonder how it's gonna end Will the whole truth ever be told Murdered ministers Social disaster Set up inquiry Doubt full theory First the killing Then inquiring Poulation awaiting So many files not clarified Proceedings I don't understand I wonder how it's gonna end Will the whole truth ever be told Least said soonest mended Distroted truth twisted lies First the killing Then inquiring Population awaiting How can you life with such a weight on your conscienc All the faillures of the past come back to my mind First the killing Then inquiring Population awaiting
Clouds are threatening, the sky's turning red
Blood covers the wall
Enemy is there, his eyes upon you
Guts lie on the floor
Fight till the end and win
The smell of fear exhilarates
The smell of blood whets rage
Are you ready for the red dusk - Red dusk
Hatchet once buried now dripping with blood
Deadly blow was given
Their mission is done, their goal is achieved
Days of grace are gone
Fight till the end and win
The smell of fear exhilarates
The smell of blood with rage
Are you ready for the red dusk - Red dusk
They came this way, they might never be back
They operate at night, no weakness, no break
What stimulates this rage?
Who motivates these plusions?
Dark castes spred their shadow
Treaty of alliance has united the clans
Fight till the end and win
The smell of fear exhilarates
The smell of blood whets rage
You like to eat assholes with cheese and rice
You like it so much that you eat it morn, noon, and night
Only thing to make my life complete
Is if I turn your face into a toilet seat
(Show me your face... I'm gonna PISS on it)
Yo check it, I spit hot fire
I spit it through the wire
I am no liar
Representin Dayton, Mother Bitches
Yo yo yo yo yo
My rhymes are hot they burn my lips
I only likes girls with the boney hips,
When I eat cheeseburgers, some of them be greasy
No one ever told me pimpin was so easy
I don't need you honey,
I beat on my meat like it owes me money
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo
[JOHNNY P.]
OOOHHHHHHOOO SEX APPEAL
[AK 47]
SHE GOT A WALK TO SASSY
APPROACHING WIT A DOG THAT LOOK LIKE LASSY
THA LIPSTICK AND PHILLY PRODUCT GOT HER LOOKIN ALL CLASSYWIT A TENDECY TO FOLLOW THOSE
WHILE JUST LOOKIN AT THA ARTICALS
WAS U SMELLING MY PRADA CLOTHES
SOMETIME I TRIP OFF MYSELF HOW I SPIT AT THESE MODEL HOESON A TWO WAY POPIN AND DROPIN A CONVERSATION BUT I'M STEADY STAGERIN
FROM THE REMY THAT I HAD LAST WEEK ON MADISON
TRYIN WALK A STRAGHT LINE BUT I CAN'T FIND A PATTEREN GIRL
PUT MY DRINK ON THE FLOOR
COCKED BACK MY 9 AND I OPENED IT SLOW
HALF BREED CHINESSE STILL BLINDED BY THA HASH WEED PLUS
THE ADASSITY TO START STIPPIN AND MOVING HER ASS ALL NEXT TO ME
ACTULLY THIS S.E.X IS TESTING MY A DOUBLE P.E.A.L AND IT SOUNDS LIKE HER BODYS CALL ME BUT IT MIGHT BE THE ACOLHOL IN ME THAT SEX APPEAL KEEP DRAWED TO ME
[JOHNNY P.]
SEX APPEAL
I'M TALKING ABOUT SEX APPEAL
SEX APPEAL
HER BODY KEEP CALLIN ME
WOOOOOHOOOO
I'M TALKING ABOUT SEX APPEAL
WOOOHOO MY OOOO MY
[BELO ZERO]
I'M FIXEN GET HIGH OFF DRO
RUN AROUND FROM MR. PO
HEY LIL MOMMA WANTA COME KICK YO HEEL IN THA BACK OF MY RANGE ROV
WANTA DO WHAT YOU DID BEFORE
DON'T TRIP CAUSE YOU ALREADY KNOW
C.O.M.E R.I.D.E WITH ME BELO
LAST DO IT NICE AND SLOW
CAUSE YOU GOT WAY TO GO
CAUSE I DON'T PAY FOR SHOW
CAUSE I DON'T PAY FOR SHOW
YOU CAN GRAB YOUR SHIT AND GO
PUT ON YOUR SHIT LET'S ROLE
RECONIZE LIGIT TURE BALLIN
STREIGHT STACKIN NOT FALLIN
AND WE YOUR CLUBS
CHILLIN WIT THA CHIEF AND THA THUGS
AND I GOT LOVE FOR GIGGA BOO
POP CHRIS FOR THA NIGGA'S AND BITCHIES TOO
STANDIN LIKE AH STATUE
[TWISTA]
come kick it wit my niggaz in a drop regal,
do it wit twista in a caddy po pimp sequel,
armani to tha club, pick up my boo muthafuka but first i gotta roll one for my people
haters frontin when they saw us, the windy city night crawlers,
who would imagine lyricals on a legacy thats legendary like (pause) rap-a-lot and the legit ballaz
shit let the moe pop the drop the top ride like a summer time in the cha,
get you blind to the ever blowin' line to the sky while I till I die tryin' to get by,
lil miss lookin' tight in the gucci, wheather yes a hoochie, love the way the dookie jiggle when you walk,
soundin' like pretty girl every time you talk, i know you allways make the fellas wanna break em off,
hear me brotha, gotta try to get our free father, hit a lic and feed one another,'cause all we got is, each other
im takin' week after weekend to keep the flows that i freak what, pull up on a chick and spit game,
let me show you how the backseat of a lexus feel, take a hit of x and chill, girl dressed to kill,
The last thing that I saw was when he cried
Shot him in the face and walked away before he died
I'm pacin the flo' with the fo'-pound
Visualizin graphics while he talkin, givin me the low down
My nigga went away in ninety-three and died instantly
Now I'ma show the nigga you kilt and what he meant to me
I put his photos in my fo'-do'
I know where the nigga be kickin it at
Me at him poppin it at the same hoe
My conversation be on royalties
She loyal to me, and I'ma get her to kill the nigga for me
Uhh, it seems his life is in my hands
And I don't plan to let it slip through the way you kilt him
I'ma kill you
Despite the fact that I've been shot before
As long as I get this bitch-ass nigga I don't mind, dyin, so
Take the lock off the pound like a pro
Grab an extra clip make sure I don't come short
Pull up and mad dog his whole crib
Hocus pocus motherfucker I'm in your face with this hot steel
The thrill to kill is unbearable
I told the bitch to close her eyes
Send up the roots give something terrible
The ultimate payback is revenge
TNT and cement shoes, plus the way he went was cool!
Seventeen shots, top hip-hop
Fuck, the world, cause the world fuckin you
That's how we serves on this late night
Pump pump chump chump rump pump fools stay tight
Now who the fuck I suppose to follow?
Is it them honkies in the White House
Or that nigga drinkin out that forty bottle?
Either way it goes, I'm eager to bloodshed
I'm catchin one plus one equals two to the forehead
Career was callin alcohol was chemically made to wrap us
So when I swab, the neighborhood crab is where he left us
On the street, the mud was wiped from who survived
He wanted me dead, cold red and blood he had to die
Slapped that ass with this Mac-10
It's just so hard when you depart, make that chest do a backbend
Bend back easy to the liquor sto'
Cut me a four-oh, and up a four-five on this Korean hoe
Cuff the loot and bit one slowly
Reverse my coat plus half a block I done some dirt
Dem a knows me
There's no endin for this madness
I had the situation turnin till I started drinkin this mad shit
Now there's a hole in this bucket (in this bucket)
In the chick I had to stick for the lick, fuck it
Crack the fo' and drunk it boldly
All the boys was tailin behind me, but they didn't even knows me
So then they hit the blue lights, I bent the U right
Zipped past the red light, and it became a motherfuckin street fight
Altitude, a level where a nigga show no gratitude
More like attitude
Hands on pumps, bodies in trunks
Victim face down, in that trunk rum-pum, pum pum
My mission to decease individuals
When night falls I crawl like black widows
With barrels in the middle
Blaow, cause I like to move the crowd
Watch em turn cold as they bodies pile
Evaporate like lightning as fast as fuck
A small armed tec hit like an eighteen wheeler truck
Put his head in his hands, cause I don't give no fuck
Ashes to ashes and bust when I must
Cackling these bodies, that I've turned to dust
Six million ways to die, one more is a plus
I revolve like revolvers, and answer all challenge
My consience's deep inside me, I cannot understand The way they used to be an the fears they used to have Theres no more recongition, their lives are burning down My youth and all my meories made me suffering and crying Violation, self-destruction I'm losing all my friends But I'm notable to deny, all these years but I tried Am I the only one who heard, am I the only one who saw And what am I supposed to do now, watch them going down. Violation, self-destruction I'm lsing all my firends The last one of the family, no patience anymore Against this modern felony, I 't love anymor
The sun's burning The sky's grey Concret's replaced grass Buildings've replaced tres Can't we find a better way That to wait it's too late We won't be here for long extinction is close Soon the dirt will cover the planet The planet looks like a grabage can Cant we find a better way Than to wait it's too late What will happen when there is nothing between us and the sun The sun's no longer shining The sky's not blue anymore Death fishes in the seas Brids have no strenght left to fly x4 As I look towards the sky There must be something we can find A different way to die Something to save our kind
Gotta stand up and fight, you're not alone Never deny yourself, don't dig a hole These streets are yours, and they will always be Running through your veings, wars in the streets Even if behind you, there's always a wall be always Respected for what you've said and done The crew's in your heart, a second family Respect and friendship, values in the streets ONE LIFE, ONE CREW They're always there for you ONE LIFE, ONE CREW Fighting the world for you ONE LIFE, ONE CREWONE LIFE, ONE CREW You closest friends, they know what you stand for Telling you that you're doing right,
Gotta make the paper
Cant let the paper make me
La di da di da di da
Thug come up in a fresh white benz
Baby mama talkin crazy cause I'm high again
Flow like a motherfucker say it again
20's lookin like OOH
With the guy like who
Back up the bad money,put it in cruise
Gots new jeans,suits and timbaland boots
Get off em',92',all y'all ball
You playin with me,yo,I'm ballin for all
In 96',ok,we made the M-O-N-E-Y again
M-O-N-E-Y,do you see what you like?
Flashin' cars,worries gone,??
Never went to my head,cause I stacked em',yo
Maxed a ho
You could roll by,I lock the door
La Di Da Di Da Di Da,I got alot for sure
Ho,I make the paper,I dont let it make me
I stay runnin through my hood,I dont let it break me
I work to get my cheddar,I ain't get it for free
You can do the same,I do so,so why you hatin on me?
It be,99' we ridin in benz,expo
For the one solo,we ballin in twins
Right up again,we love em,I said it before
Stack your paper when you make it,It be money galore
Let em know,for those who be round my door
If it aint about the dollar,then it really aint low
In my early life,they told me I was chasin a dream
Because I wanted everything that I seen on the screen
Big home,diamonds,furs,and even them drop tops
I went from ??,little red model and I-Roc
I used to,drive my friends,to rollerskating,use my vocal chords
Choosin ya know,now im on the production board
Took the benz down until my feet touched the ground
And when the heat touched the ground,they had to sit me down
But the problem changed now
At First I started hustling,fuck struggling
I rather throw bricks,steady smuggling
I was down for an ounce,7 years no parole
It's bad and it's cold,mature getting old
And if you didnt know,now you know
Easy gettin slow,now i'm gettin paid for my show
Chicago, can we make g's?
Houston, can we make g's?
Atlanta, can we make g's?
Cleveland and New York, can we make g's?
Milwaukee, can we make g's?
LA, can we make g's?
You and me, can we make g's?
Dallas and St.Louis, can we make g's?
San Antonio, can we make g's?
Louisiana, can we make g's?
Florida, can we make g's?
Jacksonville, could we make g's?
Indiana, can we make g's?
Memphis, can we make g's?