eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive All about this cash - eat ya beats alive Nigga all about math - eat ya beats alive [The
for Death Row Rest in peace to my homeboys who ain't alive Now the mission is for us to conquer and ride The worst California we droppin somethin on ya
problems, Too much would kill ya, And when I leave, I always come right back here, The young spit it and everybody in rap fear, A lot of ya'll still soundin
The rules of the game, is to get the drop first Oh, you don't get it? well you will when I spit it Divine exquisite, connected like consitics I eat, sleep
to the O and to the B I owe it to the streets And I ain't tryna brag but you know your boys a beast And yeah I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat
fame, use ya brain fore you open ya mouth Or you could get poked ouch with the toast in ya mouth I doubt i'ma go broke, I be done broke in ya house You
Add a little color to the picture frame The rhyme cheetah, throw on a wife-beater T-shirt, jeans, tennis shoes didn't see ya [Dubee] Din't see ya mayne
on her case My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face We never like a fuck, who beats on his girl If ya don't have a game, then .. leave our world
't know why you tryin to leave this game State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight The game
nothing, ya'll police be fronting And stop looking at my pussy, like ya'll want to suck it, I'm out On ya'll pussies, catch me next time, bye bye" [
doormats (Yeah) Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic Step up and accept it You wanna see the shells shift Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya
and you feel pain What you call sanity's what I call insane My mind's flippin' on alcohol Tylenol And marijuana Still I eat the rhythm alive like a piranaha
THE INDUSTRY! fuck em high, fuck em hard, fuck em Low, show to show, let em know, let em know what? FUCK THE INDUSTRY! Don?t play their game, play your game
[Verse 1] It's a must that I bust any strap ya hand ta me It's inherited, it runs in the family Niggaz in the town got pounds of beef Threaten a niggaz
at the money like its unfamiliar I get it I live it To me theres nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems Too much would kill ya And when I