-Roc, J.B. and Lil' C.Mo. puffin' on indo Splittin' 4 double O. Z.'s Young G's tryin' to live And when they shut the ship door, we goin' under the bridge
dank, drank, bank, what you wanna do? Move out the way, you see us coming thru, it aint a game, it's true (uhu), We 'bout to act a fool, you know the
like Dorothy and Toto You're trippin' on me because your girl want my photo Nigga, you better chill before I send my homie home with your hoe Fools
Last night You know you really really made me appreciate my life When you took me to the seventh floor And closed the door I didn't stand a chance
King you seek, you'll find him true But only if he rides the road with you" Further up, further in Further up, further in I stepped aboard a ship that
-O from the straw King Tee broadcaster raw Optical intoxication, flood your video station Scramblin any playahation But some of these fools got tricks
shred the sheets To confetti, ready, picture teddy and gaurders Play Marta, I'm smarter Rub tit's, part lips, and watch you, I got you Will powers down, got the ship
the sheets To confetti, ready, picture teddy and gaurders Play Marta, I'm smarter Rub tit's, part lips, and watch you, I got you Will powers down, got the ship
And it really did seem This is why he'd paid those dues It was something like a butcher going berserk Or a sane man acting like a fool Or the bravest
't been right But I paint it all in colors When it really should be black and white I sail my ship through muddy waters Try to open every door When I
this place we live, live That's what make the brothers hawk, hawk Trying to step up and showcase All that is is talk, talk See Cool Breeze, he ain't your fool, fool
pay roll nigga? Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker No limit (biatch) [C-Murder] Nigga nigga I'ma rida Ride with G's And ship keys over seas
I shared your name Yesterday forever speaks your grave Hailed the shower from the broadside To the heavens down below Draw one last breathe from your famine ship
doctor walked on the water And buried a lemon outside my door He turned and laughed, threw up his hands When I asked him what it was for He sang, 'Ships
, let's do dat there [master p] Niggaz dat want to space age hustle Catch that rocket to the fuckin moon That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is
Gotta watch out for these dope fiends cause they be runnin tricks, $3 what they gon come with, $3 what they gon get I hold the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door
wig Yak! You have hit a nerve, Sir. Maze of my minutiae reveals nothing of me Evil eye Dead Penies from heaven deceased materialist Atrophy museum UK Censor ship of fools
took it all in our hunger and need Enslaved by our past and consumed by our greed And left them to beg for the scraps at our door While we called them