spit these L R P's and we do this damn thing real tough like You underdig? So this a bitch, c'mon The homies done made it, I'm so elated Got all of
like that like that watch me trow it right back,nobody can stop the bentley on top drive or survive you safe me i think not,now they think 50 made me
on every coat hanger In a highrise, made for only fly guys With a size that attracts the ladies eyes Keepin the stash and the cashflow Profile's kept low, more dough than Barry
cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', your name is nothin' In Brooklyn, New York, I'm down with Large and Marl Back in P.A.T., man, we be sippin' the barre
somethin', bitch UGK, hold up, talkin' bout, uhh Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga Polo fuck that Hilfiger Made myself a ghetto star On the slab, sippin' barre
that nigga, nigga named M-o-e I represent that Southside, yeah the 3 hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive you know we stayin playa made, you know
maiz mas maiz. [Big Mato] vamo pa el barrio a buscar una abitacion esta noche tu la pasas conmigo busco una gata para acariciarla conmigo pasara momentos divinos vamo pa el barrio
any dream or fantasy You made them true, not just for me So if I'm not being too cheeky Listen now and hear this one Fairbanks, Chaplin, Barry Moore
My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip I never reject an offer to battle, slap a coffin on the saddle And rattle like a wooden horse to El Barrio
you slang crack? 'Cause I had to A nigga gotta pay the fuckin' rent Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me You claimin' I'ma criminal when you the one that made
the door and then he jumped outside He said "Orale", then "Arrato" I said, "Hey we'll be back little vato" So off we go to the other barrio Not cruising
own eyes eh la colonia, Eden Gardens Californ I A got a little older and my blood got a little colder started taggin up my plaquaso up on my barrio
attitude Started capping, then started laughing Then let me tell you what happened Went back to the hood rolled up some endow Putos rollin' through my barrio
Rapper dies of AIDS but you hardly mention Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend Heroin and a shot gun and a hero was made Maybe I should do
back, yo Yo, at the Roller Rinks, no skates on Early 80s, girl chase on Kurtis Blow ? the breaks on Flavor Flav, Public Enemy clocks, boom box EPMD made
could spare Look here, my demeanor may seem to scare ya But, baby, I tell ya, I ain't no ordinary nigga I'ma, a little Marvin Gaye and Barry White and
Papa hit him, Mama kissed him Made him go to Catechism With the sisters in their black and white And all the time those city streets Were teaching him