I want when I bring my crew (We go Uptown and shoot the shit out) Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls I stack, bring it back for y'all With 40 nigga
you getting the drip Drip the little grip, I could cover the order When I floss, I'm a boss, I could front you a quarter See the cross all flooded, little
1: [dmg] You wonder why, I hang with these thugs Whut, I'm from the hood Nigga, I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck) It's in my blood Since I was little I
Two lay ya blunt, players with cream If I die my spirit will jump inside machines Runnin' niggaz over like Christine (Sorry) I mix the green with the last piece
and VCRs is at I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good! Rob this little boy in
[Intro: 2Pac] Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Rotten
drama Down the dollar if you wanna be a top can't follow Only reason they guh 'head I'm went a little harder Four starters movin' too quick, to live a little
me Tuned to the channel so their energy will work on me All in the cut like surgery and burnt to the third degree internally, avoid an away story 40
crazier than a muthafucka ABK in this bitch undercover No badge, no cuffs, no jail Bout to beat ya in the head with my 40 until ya tell Detroit hatchet
I went outta my way to do music for you. I did shit with E40, Scarface, everybody All your heroes, nigga Yukmouth. All that shit. Now I'm about to do
tell there's nothing in our city If this was Cali you was E-40 I was Levittie or Dre and Nate we was displaying great pieces of music but only different
little bitch, she said, ?oh he?s a fuckin cody.? So D, pistols everything from fake ID?s. I put hoes in shady niggas, left them eatin through our piece
's get it crack a latin in this bitch Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know, y'know (Y'know) Uh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker (Ice Cube and E-40) For
monster, be a reputable motherf*** Real mash with my Spanish If ain't about no gouda, partner, you can vanish Don't get put up in your place Give me 40
the - funeral hall Your homies take sips as they reminisce on nuthin' I come around catchin' you slippin', doing a dumping One little, two little, three little
right now we gon' do some of that thug shit for that ass (Killa) Geah, that's makin' me wanna do some of that evil shit (West Side!) Check it out Feel a little
up, baby press rewind I'm a Scorpio, shawty what's your sign? I'm just tryna know you, hold a conversation Spoil you a little, lightweight cupcaking Spend a little
dark and lovely, Smooth and suave, that's why girls dream of me, And not to flaunt, I love a flirt with a skirt And after a concert, a little neeeaaah
