on that fly shit Boy, boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy Ia??m on that fly shit Boy boy Ia??m on that fly shit (x2) Just won a thousand dollars on a brand
I was drinkin' pluck Now I'm on a come up, I'm strugglin' I'm strivin' Got to watch my back for them nigga's who be robbin' I went on a spree, robbed a nigga for
'd understand Niggaz for they self, no love And it ain't nothin' better than a gun in hand I'm lookin' at all my niggaz on the corner Still trying to
record sales doing good, and so now, you on the road to riches, referring to the womankind as hoes and bitches, yeah, you the man now because you rap is for
for my wife But then by and by it all went wrong I fell washed up on a shore She stared down at me from up in the storm And I sopped up on the floor
dreaming of better days Midnight queen, trying to survive But so many thorns on her way Midnight queen, I'm sorry for you life, For your sorrow, for
' you niggas, 'cause I'm that hard Rhimeson causin' havoc for the underground You fuck around, you lie around and yo, you hang around I'm puttin' niggas on
cared It's just that everybody's busy Looking out for what is theirs I'm a hustler on the corner Making very little money But down the block on the other corner
run up and take your life in the night I hang with cops and thugs and they call me slugs Just like Christmas I light shit up I got cousins and clips That hang around bloods
nuts hang I run with ten ward niggas Bout it all real niggas In the steel for real nigga (Chorus) Verse Four: B.G. I be quick wit choppers Splittin heads for
(Eminem - 4X) I'll shit on you Da da da da I'll shit on you I will shit I'll shit on you Girl you know I'll shit on you Bitch or man I'll shit on you
I'll shit on you, da, da, da, da I'll shit on you, da, da, da, da I'll shit on you, da, da, da, da I'll shit on you, da, da, da, da I'll shit on you,
for seven hours through California And have her wavin at people, then drop her off on the corner At the police station and drive off honkin' the horn for
's hear it for the Bloods and the Crips I got to admit it y'all brothers did it I just hope it don't cease For the sake of all the homies that's restin
killaz hang (Lord Infamous) The ganja I'm chokin' The laws'll get broken The pussies are open The killas is scopin' The pistol is smokin' This blood
station boy quit tryin to pump your watch Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner
your residence, gather all the evidence Murder list is specialist, clickin' on this medicine Unloadin' a Tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-lace All in for