role wit them killas (yeah) The world gotta feel us My clique is gorilla You niggas in trouble Im in the track with B-M-E cliqueing You aint gotta know
wit' them killas (Yeah) The world gotta feel us my clique is gorilla You niggas in trouble I'm in the track with B-M-E cliquing You ain't gotta know I'm
C.R.E.A.M If a nigga' get sheist then we form as a team Bullshit if you want and it be on for this C.R.E.A.M. The weatherman don't even know the storm
y'all hand I'm like 'bitch, I got more money than your man While you get your knees scraped up, come all over your glands Shit, I'm in the B Twinz ballin
R O to the C sneak creep low Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler R O C, D P G motherfuckers Hold up love You know Jigga man resume, blow up
m seeking all rappers, I'm on my p's and q's and carrots Y'all don't understand, well, god-damn, don't you know my status I'm flowing the fattest, mmmm
'm not real But I'ma pop a Red then chop ya Yes, that cap got peeled I had no motha fucken' love Man I'm down to plug 'Cuz I'm a gangsta off Valence
I role wit them killas (yeah) The world gotta feel us My clique is gorilla You niggas in trouble Im in the track with B-M-E cliqueing You aint gotta
of me Niggaz cannot run, hit wit da hot one From the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done... Eve Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me
of me Niggaz cannot run, hit wit da hot one From the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done... [Eve] Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in
it like a bottomless kettle, let it burn Blow my flow you cannot handle I'm bumpin and I'm humpin like a camel on your radio channel It's me T-H-R-E-A
a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill So when you walkin' down the block You better watch who you approachin' I'm not your R&B singer
hop out, corner store grab me a O.E./ White-tee dicky sagging G-Unit sneak's/ Twelve-inch cross-fires, you can still hear my speakers/ Dre started gangsta rappin' niggas still sleepin'/ Cashville Ten-e
'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole fuckin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-R-E
know I'm strapped, you know I'm strapped, I got the heat on me And what I'm wearin', and what I'm wearin', a long Bigari Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga
, that was my option Now R-A-P gon put me up like adoption I'm shoppin for brains and thangs, so marks jet I'm addictive, like double nicotine in cigaretes