the rocks, me I got you shocked Why not? You see the recipe Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie [Keith Murray] I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
friction Party people, party people, can y'all get funky (Who keep it sizzelin') Don Juan (Who keep it sizzelin') Tech N9ne Party people, party people, can y
thing you do (I am) What you mean? baby gurl I need some liquor too Aye, she need a picture too, Big Ben she want a picture too Im F-L-Y, so why not?
them thug girls with them golds? Where y'all at whodi? And y'all niggas with that wanna be platinum shit, y'all know that's whit gold nigga! (ha ha)
sleep, till I bust off nuts Weed religion, for all my niggas that beat the system And those bentin', sittin' since Conico Vision Y'all need to listen, it's journalistic Y
Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me They straight cut for me, deal me, touch me L O V E, E to the F to the R T Y I spits the shit from
for these hoes who plays the game like we supposed [Jay] That nigga Daz in the house [Daz] D-P-G-C fo' L-I-F-E, Roc D-O-double-G Don't change the game
W.O.L. Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do? I go A.W.O.L. When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do? I go A.W.O.L. When Hurricane's in the house
hot L-E-F-T-E-Y-E Hot hot Hot hot (burn) Hot hot Hot hot hot (burn) Hot hot Hot hot hot (burn) Hot hot Hot hot L-E-F-T-E-Y-E Hot hot 12, 15
a visit I only feel it when a thug hit it And I'm L-E-F-T to the E-Y-E And I'm from Tha Row Mixed with a little T-L-C So if you ain't 2 proud 2 beg Then
The F-L-Y guy About to toss some action Here I go again with a groove to move you Somethin' kinda smooth, you can bop your head to Chill it, the feel
I can still smell the ashes from all the clashes But quiet is kept, it wasn't just the blacks Everybody was lootin', and had each other's backs We came
'm just B.M.E., I'm just B.M.E. This yo' boy, Lil' Jon, right? B.M.E. click A lot of y'all niggaz be talkin' 'bout Air Force Ones an' shit A lot of y
y'all niggaz started rappin', who'd you try and be? I'ma slap you cause you lying, if you don't be sayin' me Or the other 3, that the FBI be phone tappin
I the kid who be so appealing Live a lifestyle so revealing, love them M N M's, the multi millions So y'all could spit it out, me I live it out Y'all
no thang, when I "bring the pain" ain't no stopping it Who the f*** is this? About to bring the ruckus This just ya boy, I'm some on other s***, my
know we're just friends, yeah Ghetto pop She's nothin' but a friend, L Just friends, just friends, just friends Now let me tell you 'bout the other