deserve, Yo I say, I'm throwing west side up like Pac, when they pop yo block up, b-b-b-block up, Big Poppa, flock off, You holy, lil Woly, Holy kimoly
, I wake up to a wet dream Everyday's a Friday and every nights a sex scene Every week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel
fuck?) Jersey that's whassup, Brick City I'm a nasty ass disease, and now I got ya mouth celibate I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephants That's
s happening Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street got a tape playing me You can't believe
leavin shit in shambles It's a long plane ride, but a nigga gotta survive I'm still wanted dead or alive I'm turnin the city morgue to a deli Was in
stakes ain't to high for me to grab I got's to have, stack all the cabbage From constructin' a drug traffic Police, a jam me in try to find a new pot
them rounds The reminder, it's a murderer stomping ground With one less witness gunned down in the staircase Who had led his crew but he was moving at a snail's
' for odd jobs It's hard livin' like God in a world full of Bobs John Doe's and Jacks, Joe's and Mary Mack's I guess Babylon wasn't made for blacks now
I ain't joking, the homies don't call me Prankster It's Lil' Rob aka Capone, Mexican Gangster Orale pues, it's me The L-I-L R-O-B Orale pues, it's me
ain't joking, the homies don't call me Prankster 42 It's Lil' Rob aka Capone, Mexican Gangster 43 Orale pues, it's me 44 The L-I-L R-O-B 45 Orale pues
I don?t think you know How much of a strain it?s been I can?t explain It?s insane But I wouldn?t give up a thang Live with the pain And resort to brain
s the budhist monks, with the certified mc's I'll make you nod your head like Parkinson's disease Sin sanity's but don't step to our click I got a hundred
up rockers, the show shockers Who rip Lee patches off of imposters You ain't the Real McCoy, you a wind up toy And it's gonna cost ya and that's my B-
by Holy field Holy field, yeah, word up Hey, Mike's, Mike's gonna forfeit this fight He ain't fighting McDermit, he ain't fightin'? Nope, whattup? You
©s bas cette ville hors d'ici s'©tablira L'enfer se levant de mille trA¤nes lui rendra hommage Death has reared himself a throne in a strange city
up, ya a safe full of chips, Holy guacomoli thats a whole lotta dip, ???????????????????, ????????? Thats a whole lot of trips, Says he's got six chevy's, thats a
heaven, is this hell I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral bells The ghetto's trying to kill me, a born loser A born hustler my uncle's a drug user I
all of these motherfuckin' records And we ain't gon say shit, now it's 1999 It's a different grin'd, don't disrespect the Don It's still war motherfuckers
