South Philly On a cement floor I had nothing at all Had to knuckle and brawl They swore I'd fall Be another brick in the wall Another life Full of love That lost That
your wig split [D-Loc] Who the mothafucka in the pit talking shit? (Shit!) Who the mothafucka that want the wig split? (Split!) Who the mothafucka that
split (D-Loc) Who the mothafucka in the pit talking shit? (Shit!) Who the mothafucka that want the wig split? (Split!) Who the mothafucka that's
know the Westside is Bout It Bout It It's the I N G L E here to trouble you, W double-oh D See me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes Beach coup
duck like the mac gotta ease past, nigga what Shit, I don't give fuck, I run these streets Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a
Yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah M.O.P., uhh, X to the Z Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it One time, X, where you at my nigga? Fiyaah
Cheah Know what this shit sound like right niggas? That old gun out music in the hood right? You hear it nigga, don't be scared nigga My niggas is wit
' fa sho' "In Da Club", with no gun, got em taking it off Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the Maybach
to your fuckin' self, Fuck a dopeman's bit, fuck that dumb shit, I'm not droppin' off of regals and I'm sure not high off dope, So keep that shit from
[b-legit] I got this monkey on my back, shit be funky that's a fact Screamin up in them swamps though, pocket fulla twamps though To stomp hoe, totin
you famous motherfuckers I'm talkin' about Newsweek and Time Magazine And all that ol' good shit My niggas make the papers baby My niggas make the front
gone -Chorus- -Bizzy Bone- Shit, I'm a solo artists so I do solo shit, that's just the way it is/ You like the way that the money's drippin' up off
, oxycontin, and that's how we rockin' How can you hear that bop unless I'm be bopping Yeah, skip when you hear that click Cash money nigga, I'm that shit
whole body do the A-town stomp Then it's off to the waffle house and pancake mix Ain't the only thing comin' out of mouth And the forty two D's comin
like that, yo, like that, yo And if you ask what's in your mouth, it's my fat ballz Yo, crazy legit the ill shit's necessary To make you dance ya ass
my baby's mother And then I felt smothered but little did I know I'd never find the same girl inside another But I never thought that I'd be looking
see you found your niche you just a bitch with a menstrual Claimin you a murderer and spelt it wrong You put "E" before the "D" because that's all you
gettin' cheated And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover 'cause he need it And all you niggaz hatin', shut you mouths It's just that real niggaz ain't buyin' that shit