buddies and me are goin? muddin? Down on Blue Hole Road, you know, you know We let it rip when we got the money Let it roll if we got the gas It gets
a taker Yeah, when I give you what I got, you're gonna rock Ain't gonna wam bam, thank you, ma'am I ain't gonna be just another heart breaker Baby, don't you
for you son I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me No a bitch ain't one, you knahm sayin'? (Huh, you know a bitch ain't one) I got problems
my game's fear I've no remorse so squares beware But my true mission is just revenge You ain't in my sect, you ain't my friend Wear the wrong color,
?", "What's your real name?" I stuck to my alias, I know the game If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done "You're just makin
can really say I felt cool, we all chilled Went to the park and nobody got killed Now if you got a problem, it's man on man You don't need a gang to
are one thing that you don't need You better get away from me at a high rate of speed 'Cause if you don't like them you must like men And homeboy that
ain't how much you say It's what you say I got no fuckin' time on the mic to play I write rhymes with addition and algebra Mental geometry don't even
people like me But don't like them What's the fuck up Are you my friend? Hell no, you're a racist You say you got one black friend, so you're in Sorry
damn country just to have some fun Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run And there ain't nothin' in the word that me an E ain't done But
got the one strike law You go in, you reach the other two before you know What happen to you game's over dude On the next page, they got power in effect
black Sit back, ain't afraid to pull a triggar back Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker Mama ain't raised no suckers Dan Quayle, don't you know you
you Tell us what to do Fuck you Tell us what to do Fuck you Tell us what to do Fuck you You know what to do If a kid got killed on the way to school
m grown I'm living in this elevator zone alone I'm up so high I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they never coming round I got pent
, are you ready? Don't be mad, don't get mean Don't get mad, don't be mean Hey, Don't be mad, don't get mean Don't get mad, don't be mean Wait, I don
at it, do my thing while I got it Play strings for the dramatic, ain't none of that whack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't got
Just you against them, pick one then rush them Figure you get jumped here that's next They don't wanna stop there now they bustin' Now you gushin', ambulance rushin' You
you got what you deserved And now you want somebody to cure the lonely nights You wished you had somebody that can come and make it right Well girl I ain't