me all that I've been missing And you don't have to believe me But just give me this chance And who knows what we could be? I know you don't know me
Is Aisha over there? Aisha ain't over here Well do you know where she is? No, I don't know where she is} {You don't know where she is? No, I don't know
the nation. Krayzie: Nigga, you ask 'em, they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. They love us. You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our
while you can, man And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit 'cuz I got more hustle than you Get yours, get yours baby I'm seeing millions, niggaz don't
Come back and tell my story to the ones who really know me Converse with the angels and elders that went before me And satisfy the hunger for those who wanna know
bring ya to ya asshole (Uh) Do it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin' on that ass but still I see That you don't hear me doe (But you don't hear me doe)
to mock And when you got your eyes on the green, you told not to St o o o o op (Chorus) I tell you what it is And everything it isn't You got a cool
don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat Like I ain't homicide all over the beat Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care 'Cause I
pussy you done bought that bitch Don't trust her Don't trust her, don't trust that bitch Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch? Don't
slash colostomy bag giver [Kid Vishis] Slash the ass kicker Slash the last lyrical ass nigga Imperial swag C'mon [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] Nigga know they don't want it with me
Da 5'9''] All you gotta do is say my name, I make the gun sang, sang like Aooooooooh, You don't want, I have you niggas, bleeding laying down hurtin'
you the realer, you spit This killer shit is hearin' us Healin' you if you ill or you sick mentally It's hip hop, is everything around you Gotta be something for me
represent that Southside, yeah the 3 hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive you know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive to the T-o-p
boyd that cha shot, brothas hangin' on the block You don't know him but he know ya look you bout to get got BOW!!!!!! Laid out in cold blood on the
fingers, show me what you are I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but
quicky Don't take off your coat, all you got to do is lick me Me eat you, I beat you, then greet you to the door Bitch, 'cause I don't love you no more
down there it's that sack fucking with you now bounce before we bust you where the good Lord split you Hustle to work, you kidding me, you know the difference
