and down) (How many shots?) (That's it) Word up How many cakes we bake, y'all? How many L's we smoke' at a time nigga? At a time, you know how we do,
came to rock the spot Like Ironman Starks, they be the illest MCs in the world today Cappa, Raekwon an' the R.Z.A., so listen to them clear An' put the box right
Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.
want to touch us I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin Then the gangsters are resting forever See a solid four, then I'm a put it on the fin Then you know
alley saw a man in a Land Cruiser In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger Heard shots from a steel bruiser Teflon in the seat took a pale
creepin' up with somethin' behind y'all It's the life, just livin' it right Shoot first and don't think twice And homie if the price is right, niggas
impress with a double dip swinging ax chop to your chest ALL DAY im sellin coke laced joints to little kids i'm a clown in a milk truck handlin biz IN
a brick So I grab anybody I can find Beat a fiend in the head with a goddamn stop sign Flex one of us and I'm a find you Bullet rips through your chest
impress With a doiuble dip swinging ax chop to your chest ALL DAY Im sellin coke laced joints to little kids I'm a clown in a milk truck handlin biz
his cell phone, i spattered his brain A lovely couple started runnin, all the sudden she tripped He kept right the fuck without her, like he never missed a step
shit to say Bow wow, wow, yippy yo, yippy yay Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone What's the whole meaning of a hound dog Butt sniffin', dick lickin
got shit to say Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Give a dog a bone, give a dog a bone What's the whole meaning of a hound dog Butt sniffin, dick lickin
smell from the perfume if it was not me then whom? i'm talkin about kitty cane not tonight ... in tight jeans, with a word but hey thought it was time for a
many My shit is clean and packs a punch pal And yeah you right, yo shit's a sloppy rum and drunk style This nigga is failin in the biz Bets step behind
every penny that you thought of makin' These streets is fuckin' vicious Can't make the wrong decisions They have you shot up And shot up, caught up behind
see the R.O.C. so you creep low Shoot from the line like a free throw With this 'nali of mine like a Pi-co Leave niggaz far behind like a cheap hoe On
clockers bitch I'm due at any given time, I'm a dog behind the fetty, so somebody's dyin', Family's cryin', I don't give a fuck, 'cause have a conscience