ain't my fault you smoked off your chance See, motherf*** envy what they cannot be Mr. X to the Z, H.N.I.C. Half assed *** gon' *** on me If they sentence me to five
first time Playa haters and snakes waitin' for mistakes But that's the breaks the highs and lows of the industry D.I.T.C. and X to the Z bringin' it
grain fool let's make a tape I'm caught up in my own zone can't really escape I ran it down the line as Easy Mo, he played the song He checked my five
new album Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character Of not only Mr. Shakur
a room, And his heart was filled with pride. I said to Mr. Otis, "What does your room do?" He said, "It goes from side to side." So I said, "Mr. Otis
, don't turn your back and then walk away y'all) Soon be comin' the Judgement Day (Soon be comin' Judgement Day) Yeah, come on, Mr. X to the Z had to
ain't gonna stop no show Ol' burd puttin' a buzz in you ear It's gonna snow or maybe perhaps sleet Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake Lookin' like Mr
season Bring it on young one, so you can get done I got mo' styles than the miles to the sun Ninety-three million, five thousand flows And here's one
is on her lawn Sunbathing so we honkin', errh She the finest forty-something I seen in nine lives Not even Mr. Johnson believe she forty-five That's why
in this stable Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label Mr. Black President, yo Obama for real They gotta put your face on the five-thousand
K.: We walked through the park holding hands until dark. Such a guy I never thought I'd meet. ZANNA: Yeah, life is so sweet Z / O.K.: when extra love
away at the back of the drawer Here's the life that you led before Old photographs of the life you led Arm in arm with Mr. X Y and Z Old boyfriends big
(feat. Jae Millz & Stack Bundles) [Jae Millz] Ayo Millz break the block down from A to Z I can supply you with work lil' nigga, I'm like the Temp. Agency
the game and hail from H.A.? They crazy~! [Chorus] [PMD:] When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O. Another rapper was hit, by Mr. Slow Flow "By Mr
horses in this stable Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label Mr. Black President, yo Obama for real They gotta put your face on the five
them desert eagles 187 hero Z-Ro, and Fetty Chico Blooow, I'm a jedi in these ghetto star wars Now watch your shoes when you stepping, Maybach with the mink floors Mr
that, with slugs to your ass Trying to get five thousand, Bennjy Franks in the stash Double it up, I got a mill on they ass Call me Capeezy, Mr. Get
[Z-Ro] Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0 Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed