't excel what them hoes done said starrin at my neck and my wrist 'cause my shit is frozen red and I look like a easy hustler so go ahead ya leavin the
This is dedicated to my nigga, Easy E, Compton Rest in peace, my nigga Say what? I'ma hustler I'ma con me some work an' I'ma doublea Hit the block real
't bite My raise the gross sales, like Mike and Ike My big brother almighty I keep a gamma ray, I'ma G-5 G Take a G-5 jeep, G-5 deep Too some of their
know my name dawg And shawty let me cut call me mister chainsaw This beat goes so hard And so does your broad And when she sees me If its easy ha Its
Can?t be broke, selling coke Fat ropes, shattered hopes Fresh cars and all that dope Baseheads keep the trade alive Nobody know about a 9 to 5 Everybody
feathers that they stuf in the dear I pack two barettas, never bust in their ear Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gats is back Pack four pieces like
had love for my slum I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids So my people in the slum put your hands up See it never used to come that easy
- whispering] You took a part of me with you You took a part of me with you Uhh, you took a part of me with you Ahh, ahh [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] Last
hots and the cops swallow weed and a knife, right? I speed at night, take it easy in the day Go hard wit the dough, take it easy wit the yae Yup, Lil
we sport a jersey by Ali And if he make one (hell naw that dont sike me) I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice piece Ear piece icy they straight
Really want to kick it, but they all just stalling 6 dime pieces, checking out my pausing They looking like ooh, he flossing Baby girl, I don't do this often In the 5
sippin' alcohol Really want to kick it, but they all just stallin' 6 dime pieces, checkin' out my pausin' They lookin' like ooh, he flossin' Baby girl, I don't do this often In the 5
's Most Wanted They flowned it And locked him up for conniving Whether the strong surviving Or getting pimped by the system I still be 4 1 5 ing it down
he break hisself dog Pimpin' ain't easy 4-U-2-Know: Pimpin' ain't easy for a lady but we do what we gotta do 'cause we're II Tru to it MT5: See
THE LOSS OF A FRIEND (5.01) (Music and Words: Jascha Richter) (Unfortunately there is one line in this song where I can't hear what Jascha sings -
give me the word, niggas would have been pop Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do nigga [Prodigy - Verse 5
i bust a top for the 8-5-0 (oh oh oh oh oh oh) me say go! me say stop! pop! rahh! rahh! rahh! pop a top for the 8-5-0 pass it to the ear with a mere