shit Uh, 'cuz when my coke come in They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit Carsons on the jeep, but Gotti made the prototype Hoped you'd
what if Jesus Christ was hung upon a tree Upon every church wall, that's exactly what you'd see If Jesus Christ was shot in the head with no respect We'd
gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens It's the capital S, oh yes, I'm fresh, N double O P D O double G Y, D O double
't have none YO YO you should know where I'm comin from But you're just dumb (diddy) dumb (diddy diddy) DUMB DUMB DUMB GIRL Dumb with a capital D DUMB
110th Street Woman trying to catch a trick on the street, ooh baby Across 110th Street You can find it all in the street, oh I got one more thing I'd
'll be home soon Yeah, I went out for the papers Told her I'd be back by noon Yeah, I left with nothing But the thought you'd be there too Looking for
up all your fuckin' word, cut them from all in your back Platinum on my stat and trimmin', joanin', diamonds Gangsta Blac K C D, we're P A D, K C I
) The waitress got it goin on [VERSE 2] Take my order anytime, I come here many times A week so she can give me mine, baby girl is plenty fine Business meeting, capital
time won't let me erase I keep my head up high, but I'm stuck in this game Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change [Chorus 4x] If I could change, I'd
heat up Cause we about to creep up *come get it* L: it's off the meter Plus we tear the street up *come get it* R: ladies g'd up, what? Don't smoke
motherfucker start to fightin' (Bout it!) Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through [Unverified] PG [unverified] never fuckin' knockin' niggaz 'Cause I make 'em all see 3-D And P-D
them terorist, and they aint coming back till Bin Loden and all thoes fighters are found dead shoot up in the mountins of Airkida (Trick Daddy Talking) I'd
don After thine dere will be non Damn I mean dere will be nun I will be one Of dat greatest things u ever felt you ever seen Or heard carter-d havard
a nag, you'se a bug(ddaammn) She told me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)* She told me you'd be beast and you'd be checkin for the burn So I gave her
gga, the real Norieaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable And leave the D
more lyrics, way more cheddar Catch me if you can, I'm the gingerbread man Keep pumpin' 'em up make me injure bre-thren Niggas is tryna capitalize of
word is bond, then, I attack like ninja hunter You rhyme soft like the other Hunter Heather Hunter, fake a gangbang fronter Capital D to the O-G-G Capital
I'd like to thank the Mack God for all tha playa prophets that he sent I'd like to thank him for Donald Going and Iceberg Slim For dottin their I's and