mean that's word on my cousine Shireen Ain't move of ya'l can touch or fuck with this team! Hey yo welcome to the SQUARE MC's better beware Grab a microphone
rules The minister knew, they grew one special bondage An overly calm kid but haunted! 13 and good her belly started to bust, cold crush No one to trust
Ghetto-Gold. Hold my pain, my mind empties a clip Rent me a whip with two bags of sensei to spliff Yo, my life's nothing but an envious bitch ... So,
MCs or not, we're like Mo Cheeks & Doc 2 tumtables and 2 mics to rock Blow up spots to set up our own shop Square One life to live so this life we give
the Life.. [Chorus:] Yo it's the same hood money guns bottles of Cane We can take what tomorrow'll bring but as the days pass, our mottos'll change.. It's all one
knew Gina, Ishmael has shot for a necklace! He got knocked driving a stolen Lexus At the same confines Po-Po infested It's 25 to life, a soldier's reflection
(feat. AG, Party Arty) I've got a voice for this shit, no choice but to spit Rolls Royce to the six, eating oysters and shit GD's in the disc-player
gon see mo money) Ha But a We got one thing in common tho nigga I?m gon let them kno tho [Bow Wow] Get the Yeah that?s me I live the life Fast cars Watching
, na) He lived in sector 10 He had a friend name miller man [Incomprehensible] So strong for so long All I wanna do is sing my simple song Square or
action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit As we walked
I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking King of my jungle, just a gangster stalking Living life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse Then dead as
have Forbidden fruit That's the fruit that you'd better not taste Forbidden fruit You've got one life that you'd better not waste How can I walk with
informer I am a hustler, I am a gangster We nah informer Bitch nigga, you catch a dead man walking One foot is inside of a grave The other one is in
about to turn up the knob. To High Powered! [Chorus:] [Verse 3:] Bitch nigga you catch a dead man walking. One foot is inside of a grave. The other one
I know so much about these streets that I can walk them asleep You can't tell me shit about your hood, I walked on your beat I know your whole life story
fuckers can't fade Rhyming but still you mutha fuckers ain't paid So how can one try to see the unseen Before you step your ass to the square know one
told Victoria her Secret you suck life a crest I Ultrawhite my secretery, I went to Tibet To bet on a horse you bet your life Mine was better and
