With my mind on my mansion, I'm smashin' about the town You thought I was a hog Wait till I clown now That's when you believe me, disturbin' three for the fifty
I been bustin' guns since the infamous days of leather hats Varsity sweaters with big letters black Pushin' the illest whips down fifty-fifth Where killers riff, without havin' to split
*Gunshots* (Jamie Madrox) Festival of Samhein What's that your holding? Turn full circle, face to face with the Omen When I split you open I go
mosh pit You get your wig split [D-Loc] Who the mothafucka in the pit talking shit? (Shit!) Who the mothafucka that want the wig split? (Split!) Who
a bitch killa. I'm a nigga ditch, quick to rip ya. Paint a murda picture witcha. I'm a jack nice, strip ya dat night. Split ya legs open and dick ya.
You get 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
for them Once went and this shit got grim killin me softly it's costly jack they chin if They eminem bend 1dial1 800 o gold and you picture me surrounded by fifty
on the TV. I'm like Jason in 3D, who in the game wanna see me. I'm at the motherfuckin' teepee plottin' and plannin' while I'm wipin' off D3. Fifty-seven
kill green (mothtafuckas ain't got no love for me) (niggas wanna put some slugs in me) So I'm double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven
snaps like a viper. im in to makin niggas quit the game split ya brain hit ya gang niggas dunno what happened look at the picture frame im fifty one fifty
briefcase Life negotiate so when I split these pies I'm sexing your dime, flow for flow batteling rhymes Talking some crime Now I gotta split your time
Still accomplished, tryin' to fill they cups The rap version of Mandela, call my bluff We still the street dwellers, feel my pain I spit a verse an' split
niggaz don't die Mob niggaz ain't go' never die We in the lot, callin' shots, keeping dope fiends forever high Forever fire get lit wit' the trigger eye Twenty split
You see I'm riding round in a lexus, boy Cause we rob a lot like a Texas, boy And if ya ain't Slip-N-Slide, I'll wreck ya, boy Give me fifty feet stay
niggas Let's get it right this time around, understand, killer Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip Daqueri's Like it's all good down at the hit factory Be on fifty
peace 'cause of the way that he died I'm Evil, like Kneival, fagot I'll leave you Like I should've did your peoples before they could conceive you How's a buck fifty
mind blocks the frail Burstin', blastin' at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell My niggas never snitch why tell We roll with no regrets, destiny's, fifty