like a bomb, up in smoke like Cheech & Chong True blacks too strong can't let nothin stand in my way Shit will get thick like Juice 60 in Friday
.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z. It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades Ziggy stuff nicknames, itchy braids
it. That's my n*gga MURS Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It was a foreign exchange like Tay and them Eatin' Mickey D's breakfast at six AM Ain
One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight I am the raping sunglass gaze Of sweating man and escort agencies 60's Alienation the anthem of care Now
How 'my complain, na? When I'm as pretty as my father? And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes?) That know each other (Yeah) Yo, I'm the problem niggas got, but
hair and I ain't Holyfield's ear I ain't that damn man you see standin' at the Apollo I ain't that 298 dollar 60 cent check from McDonald's Bitch I'm
one of us control The fate of our soul and swindlers lust Hickory, dickory, dock, hand in my pocket Robbed me for my chocolate Mo' dollars, mo' cents for the big six
Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul And Swindler's Lust Hickory Dickory Dock Hand In My Pocket Robbed Me For My Chocolate Mo Dollars Mo Cents For The Big Six
cats pack thunder, and I got mo' wraps than Mumra, mean green like that super hero with the lantern and ring, then watch bootleg cable on a 60 inch
pages of life turn every day ) Be careful what you follow ( word up, check this one ) Guns and clips, carried by cliques, eighty six Same shit nine six
Enough with chains and whips lets make brains eclipse We all claim we rich, hold thugs in crypts Forgot about the seeds growing up seven to six Fuck
what, what? Twin y'all niggaz ready, yeah, yeah, yeah She here to put the clack clack in this, crack pack in this Dick in this like I had a six pack
[dat nigga daz] 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80, 85, 90, 95, 100, ready or not baby, here I come Dat nigga daz struck
lips, your foot against my back, the stairs against my chest, I remember your footsteps behind me, and the rest I've forgotten, 60 seconds to die, 60
" Hope you ain't the anorexic type trying to lose that" Us boys like 'em thick, short weaves, curls, braids I take 'em buck 50, 60 with them thick legs We can sail it out, five nights, six
robbers, holding techs Eighths of heroin, shooting in the steps In the 60's, niggas was poor, check the revelation Now we rock six fifties in the snow
got a six stashed Continental T's, no tense like I got a thick stab Big cigar, old money, when I drop it it's so funny Six-four switches, slam doors
the fuck I deserve But I ask my family who I'm rolling, what about what's the word About how we use to hit them shows, at about 60 deep And if they don