take your best shot I've seen it all before, I remained true While others dropped I've got a tight grip, I'll stay on top I'll hold on...until my last
's keys we're leaving You always seemed so sure That one day we'd be fighting In a suburban war Your part of town against mine I saw you standing on
in the lap Lunatics in the street gotta keep the heat Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings Sitting pretty baby with a cash money bling 12 am I'm on
-Blue I got something on my neck worth more than yo house I got something in my yard worth more than yo spouse I got something on my wrist worth more
like me when they heard me on the other one So its only right that i hit you with (scratch? Oh i think they like me when they heard me on the other one
as some God damn thiefs Yo - hold your head up, you only got your life left Make the right step and don't sing the wrong song Fight somebody your own
sock niggaz up Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show Put your money on the table We could battle on cable Y'all hot dog niggaz get nathans
the toothbrush and go for the jugular You see me holdin' on these hind bars Screamin' fuck the world ready to go to war I stay focused, keep my eyes on
on Little nigga either blast or get blast on Life's short young nigga, get your mash on Hustle on little nigga, get your cash on If you see death around
hold the steel for you Gilded and kill for you Do you want me? Yo, lil' Mama I got you anything, you can call on Bath You and your man fight, an' I'
of my friends You never really know just where I've been When I slip up on your porch at 4 a.m. Like an old stray dog So you scratch me, you pet me And fight
Ain't from the streets of Compton Ain't from no prison yard Ain't got no guns or weapons Hell, nigga, I ain't hard I'd rather help than fight you I'd
on Judgement Day when she sees the big Skipper's log We'll all walk in and bugles'll blow and we'll stand our last revue And men who've died for men on
me hold a gun, Kill a man and kill his son well, Straight down in the yard where uncle pulled his gun Sent him off alone fighting blind in dark The wheels just keep on
now I'ma get you. And I ain't even pressin up on a ya like i shoud beter double up on ya security, wish a nigga would. Tryin to run up on the station,
my African sandal God damn you Ethiopian skin mechanical trapped in ghetto's mega-yard Where mega-hard arms swingin' metal palms iron skin leopard Holding
two in ya face Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for whips Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on bricks Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard
sock niggaz up Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable Y'all hot dog niggaz get nathans
