I've felt this before I've said this before I've been wrong before When will this be right? Will this ever be right? I hope and pray but nothing
we got guns, ninety-two it was dough Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor Nine-seven did eleven now
Ray hang 'em high, details at eleven [Hook 2x] [Benzino] Do you really wanna hold spots down, home town Bost-town Victim of 'stance, we dance with four
His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once more There's nothin' else to do but to go to war Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four Roll down the
, it was a no go I join the army, four years in that shit Be all fucked you can be, came back to the hood My homies had done good, had elevated their
could prolly fuck the waitress. So wait just take this, One line at a time, make sure it makes sense White cup, orange pop Tennessee State shit Drop a four
, black seats And the black rims, too Can you see me mothafucka I'm creeping on the low though In the big-body four-door With the four bar logo Smokin
mastives And my home boys, aid my conditions I made ? managers, execs and assistance And most of don't understand, some won't listen We might fall off, four
on our terrace Many different herrings and in the evening When we samba together in the moonlight Sorry, must run, Ulla's waiting, it's almost eleven" "
a Saturday night All alone where I can hold her tight But she lives on the twentieth floor uptown The elevator's broken down So I walked one, two flight, three flight, four
so the Feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen Even Eleven
I was a little boy about the age of three Don't want nobody bothering me When I was a little boy about the age of four Back up, had to take myself, gonna
the Lil' Rascals Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through floors and jumpin down elevator
clones, therefore It's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit Artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly reflections It's magnified to new levels of elevation
And rolled out to pick up the triple-six thug And follow the murder for robbin' the dope house Smoke jump outta me bong, so high, now comin' To slay with four
and demand, nigga if supply low demand is high I sell it for high as I can, I take the jingle But I'm for the counting mother fucking four All sales
high, supply and demand Nigga if supply low demand is high I sell it for high as I can, I take the jingle But I'm for the countin' motherfuckin' four
