I get to cappin and leave you with holes like a napkin man He gon need napkin no a band aid no a damn grave I am rampage jackson on a rampage step in
a blackboy Scared when you see me, frauds disappear like a genie Little whiteboys want to be me But you don't want to go through what I go through True definition of a blackboy Frontline shoot, soldiers
'all this one is Hong Kong Fo' you bustas and hatas we (gotta make that paper) Can't break us then take us I'll peel you like a potato Nigga wait a minute got me bustin' like a
a disciple, with my riffle As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and Called me a nigga Verse four: { yella boy} I'm dumpin' you bitches out like boss hog I don't give a
shoe then fuckin comphensate some fool with fuckin killas about my scrilla grave digger not fuckin grave fillers a bunch of made niggas i stay bigger
, soldier action specialty of style We made the whole world respect the underground while some of y'all niggaz talk shit and get mad Cause we did it with a
7 Sprinkle me mayne 8 Lace me mayne * Lace me mayne I was sprinkled at a young age Laced down with Trump tight, taught by the best Some of them still livin, some
'Fuck the law' And all y'all niggaz mean muggin' me and my niggaz is my car Partna don't get me started Y'all niggaz ain't seen me get retarded in that
me, punk took a loss, G Didn't cost me, I'll be damned Now toss me the Mossy Slam and the shells So the wind burn, saw a tint of light [unverified],
about change until I spend a little time where time stood still Been lookin' for a mill but I keep comin' up shy I been a broke fool, I ain't tryin'
a hit Uh, I need some head Say, uh, I need some head, haha Uh, I need some head Say, uh, I need some head, haha Uh, I need some head Say, uh, I need some
us? Your girl probably would... [Slug] Havin a good day on the freeways of Los A In Murs' El Dora' listenin to Ghostface Well hold up, and let me smile for a
down with me I signed a deal, made some money Now you bitches downin' me? Bitches tryin' ta blast at me Or am I dreamin' the motherfuckers be after me
everything I have gotta be wood all over, even in a Range Rover Im born and raised to be a young soldier call me a BG but Im scorin a key you know Im
There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming like a fool Shivering in his dungarees but still he's going to school His cheeks are made of peach fuzz
to put spinning wheels on a luxury car, man I'm ghetto fab, check out my gold grill My Teeth had twisted, they call me Ghetto Bill I'm a no limit soldier
rip the game another quarter I try to bring in righteousness so a smile ain't out of order Hanging with my peers A vision made me shed some tears But
you can jack me This is the round with a punctual goal until you're A.G.A.D. that's known as a blow I'm makin a point but it's a point that I'm makin